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pjesma o povratku, odlasku, lutanjima, sutonima i još mnogo čemu

 

                                                             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                 Pjesma o povratku


                                                                Pričaju mi da si se vratila
                                                                Da si ponovo sama
                                                                Kao i prije
                                                                Kao  što ćeš uvijek i biti
                                                                Tako je to kada radi inat
                                                                Isti inat koji nas je razdvojio
                                                                Onaj isti zbog kojeg smo patili

 

                                                               Niko više ne gleda u tvoje prozore
                                                               Čekajući tvoje lice
                                                               Tvoj osmijeh
                                                               Kroz te prozore gledaš na grad u suton
                                                               Tražiš i čekaš
                                                               U tmini u koju je utonuo grad već odavno
                                                              Nećeš me naći
                                                              Uzalud želja, uzalud očekivanje

 
                                                              Mada te nisam vidio odavno
                                                              I vjerujem da neću nikada
                                                              Zamišljam te i dalje lijepu
                                                              S tobom tvoje nježne bijele ruke
                                                              I slatke male lažljive usne

 

                                                              Jer ja nisam isti
                                                              Ni ti nisi ona snena djevojčica
                                                              Predata idealima  i mašti
                                                              Ona čije sam korake
                                                              Iz daljine prepoznavao
                                                              I tako ih volio
                                                             Dok sam ih čekao

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21/03/2010 17:36