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Poetry of a Mathematician

Svijet mašte, osjećaja i misli jednog izgubljenog bića...

23.11.2009.

Cigani

Ako dirneš u čivutski vrt... Kletvu ćeš nositi ko srebrn zvončić...
Bićeš žedan kraj bunara... I siromah s puno para...
Sve ćeš dijamante dati za smešni cirkončić...
Ko u tuđi vrt uđe... Crn lebac mesi... U crnom plehu...
Eh... 'Ne poželi ništa tuđe...' Svi smrtni gresi... U tom su grehu...

Kao mrva iz džepa... Truni se lako... život protekli...
Da, rekli su mi da je lepa... Ali baš tako? To nisu rekli...

Hoću li opet linijom "pametnije je tako" ili da se borim? Iako nije ni najmanje izgledno. Ne poželi ništa tuđe...

Poetry of a Mathematician
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Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all


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