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oh where...oh where can my baby be

Awake, my St John! Leave all meaner things
To low ambition, and the pride of Kings.
Let us (since Life can little more supply
Than just to look about us and to die)
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man;
A mighty maze! But not without a plan;
A Wild, where weeds and flow'rs promiscuous shoot,
Or Garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.

Awake, my Fanny, leave all meaner things;
This morn shall prove what rapture swiving brings!
Let us (since life can little more supply
Than just a few good f**ks, and then we die)
Expatiate free o'er that loved scene of man,
A mighty maze, for mighty pricks to scan;
A wild, where Paphian Thorns promiscuous shoot,
Where flowers the Monthly Rose, but yields no Fruit

Ispisaću po nebu riječi za tebe
Vjekova mir vračaš mi ti
Smiruješ vode nabujale
Moj šapat i krik ćeš pomiriti
Pijem ti dah kao lijek
Svaku noć
Prije no što usnim ja
I taj tren i zauvijek
Samo ti, ti si mi u mislima


I kad nisi tu kraj mene
Da znaš da me boliš
I noćas ja ću da te
Čuvam dok spavaš
I ljubim tamo gdje najviše voliš
Dok sanjaš

 

 

...soul on fire...

Kao što perunike u dubokoj rijeci
tu i tamo bez korijena bujaju,
tako i ja rastem
bez prestanka
uokolo u rijeci ljubavi.