Alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl...violins(ence)...center of her own attention Mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it Tries to make her proud The shades go down, it's in her head Painted room...can't deny there's something wrong... Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me...
She holds the hand that holds her down She will...rise above...
Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me daughter, not fit to be The picture kept will remind me Don't call me... Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me daughter, not fit to be The picture kept will remind me Don't call me...
The shades go down The shades go down The shades go, go, go...
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Alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl...violins(ence)...center of her own attention
Mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud
The shades go down, it's in her head
Painted room...can't deny there's something wrong...
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me...
She holds the hand that holds her down
She will...rise above...
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me...
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me...
The shades go down
The shades go down
The shades go, go, go...
PEARL JAM
"Today is the last day, that I'm using words..."
Wow! Pletenica prava, a tek pogled...!
polazim od tog da je to bakina/majkina ruka...
KUCA MOJE BAKE
GRAD BI HTIO DA SE VINE,
DA DODIRNE VRH PLANINE
I OBLAKU KAPU SKINE.
NEBODERI, KAO KRDA,
VEC SE PENJU I UZ BRDA,
ZAKLANJAJU SUNCE RIJECI
I PROPLANKE KRADU DJECI.
SAMO KUCA MOJE BAKE,
STO SE STISLA U SOKAKE,
NECE NIKUD DA SE PENJE,
VEC SE DRZI ZA KAMENJE.
TRAVKE SU JOJ NA PRAG SJELE,
A GRLE JE DVE JELE.
KADA BLJESNE PRVA ZRAKA,
USTAJE MOJA BAKA,
A JUTRO - OD NEBA PLAVLJE;
BAKA PRIDZE SVAKOM CVIJETU,
KO UNUKU, KO DJETETU,
PA GA UPITA ZA ZDRAVLJE.
POPUT NEKOG TUZNOG KERA,
BJEZIM JA IZ NEBODERA,
NOGE SU MI HITRE, LAHKE,
VODE ME DO MOJE BAKE.
Ismet Bekric
...ma ljepotica...
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