See the sun rise over her skin Don't change it See the sun rise over her skin Dawn changes everything Everything And the delta sun Burns bright and violet Mississippi and the cotton wool heat Sixty-six a highway speaks Of deserts dry Of cool green valleys Gold and silver veins Of the shining cities
In this heartland In this heartland soil In this heartland Heaven knows this is a heartland Heartland, heartland
See the sun rise over her skin She feels like water in my hand Freeway like a river cuts through this land Into the side of love Like a burning spear And the poison rain Brings a flood of fear Through the ghost-ranch hills Death valley waters In the towers of steel Belief goes on and on
In this heartland In this heartland soil In this heartland Heaven knows this is a heartland Heartland Heaven knows this is a heartland Heartland, heartland Heartland Heaven's day here in the heartland
ovo je nevjerovatno, upravo da napisem forrestov "stupid is..." kad on stize prije nego ukucan... :))) - "life is a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get" :)
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HEARTLAND
See the sun rise over her skin
Don't change it
See the sun rise over her skin
Dawn changes everything
Everything
And the delta sun
Burns bright and violet
Mississippi and the cotton wool heat
Sixty-six a highway speaks
Of deserts dry
Of cool green valleys
Gold and silver veins
Of the shining cities
In this heartland
In this heartland soil
In this heartland
Heaven knows this is a heartland
Heartland, heartland
See the sun rise over her skin
She feels like water in my hand
Freeway like a river cuts through this land
Into the side of love
Like a burning spear
And the poison rain
Brings a flood of fear
Through the ghost-ranch hills
Death valley waters
In the towers of steel
Belief goes on and on
In this heartland
In this heartland soil
In this heartland
Heaven knows this is a heartland
Heartland
Heaven knows this is a heartland
Heartland, heartland
Heartland
Heaven's day here in the heartland
U2
pa zar si mislio da ces dobiti komentar na ovu fotku poslije one torture, na Guantanamo bazi koriste muziku a ti burazeru kolesterol.... ;)
mmmm.....meatloverpizza:)))
jel' nam to italija u sred bosne zalutala?
jao vidi stvarno - ja tek sad skontao da je ovo bosna - heartland - sad sve pada na svoje mjesto. kako sam stupid:)))
Stupid is as stupid does :)
Stupid does as stupid says:)
ovo je nevjerovatno, upravo da napisem forrestov "stupid is..." kad on stize prije nego ukucan... :))) - "life is a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get" :)
Fakati, vidi nase Bosne...
Bosno moja, divna mila lijepa gizdava
U tebi su gore mnoge, gore visoke
A i studene izvor vode, Bosne ponosne
NASE LASTE
Dah proljeca, zadah rata,
biljka straha prva raste,
odlazimo mi od kuce,
a dolaze - nase laste.
Trazec` gnijezdo svoga ljeta,
krila su im zadrhtala,
jer je gnijezdo u prasini -
streha je sa krova pala.
Ne zacusmo pjev zalosni,
tek bruj krila, kao strune;
kupe slamke i grancice,
novo gnijezdo da iskljune.
Dijelic krova nase kuce,
gdje se stisla nadstresnica,
gle, dobija novu kucu,sto ce biti puna ptica.
U gnijezdu na rusevini,
gdje se opet pjesma vrca,
trepere i nase rijci,
ostaju i nasa srca.
ISMET BEKRIC, 1993
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