blodnja.

Jaz diham za njo.

Nekaj tradicionalnega, za lepšo Slovenijo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_X5gcZIba2c&oref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fresults%3Fsearch_query%3D%25C4%2591oli%2Bzrnec%2B%26oq%3D%25C4%2591oli%2Bzrnec%2B%26aq%3Df%26aqi%3D%26aql%3D%26gs_sm%3De%26gs_upl%3D4031l10098l0l11835l23l18l0l10l0l0l613l613l5-1l1l0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_X5gcZIba2c&oref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fresults%3Fsearch_query%3D%25C4%2591oli%2Bzrnec%2B%26oq%3D%25C4%2591oli%2Bzrnec%2B%26aq%3Df%26aqi%3D%26aql%3D%26gs_sm%3De%26gs_upl%3D4031l10098l0l11835l23l18l0l10l0l0l613l613l5-1l1l0/0.jpg" alt="YouTube slika preogleda" />

” Stay the hell away from me, you hear? “

Ko opremljamo hišo, vedno pozabimo na okna.

Vrata so najprej v hiši, prva.

Postopajo po hodnikih, dokler jih ne zabijemo ob robove stene, da se

odlično oprimejo, prilegajo.

Potem jih zaklenemo, da dobimo svoj jaz – tisti mali kotiček, ki je samo naš.

Počutimo se osamljene in zapuščene.

Počutimo se, kot da ne spadamo, ne pripadamo.

A kljub temu kupujemo svojo osamljenost,

ko obrnemo kljuko in se zapiramo pred vsemi.

Zakaj ne odpiramo oken, da prepih odklenil bi vrata?

Nimam ure, da bi ji vzela kazalca in ju zdrobila na koščke.

Nimam žepa, v katerega bi te spravila in pozabila, da obstajaš.

Vem, da te bom ubila z nenadnimi izbruhi in vem, da  ubijam z mislimi,  ko se sprehajam po tvoji zavesti.

Nočeš starega in nočeš biti sama.

Jaz pa si vsako minuto izmišljam nemogoče izgovore, zakaj je danes NUJNO, nujno, da se vidiva…

The needle tears a hole,
The old familiar sting,
Try to kill it all away,
But I remember everything.

I wear this crown of thorns,
Upon my liars chair,
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings disappear,
You are someone else,
I am still right here.

And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.

If I could start again,
A million miles away,
I will keep myself,
I would find a way.