Što će nama zjednica kad se jede gibanica
dok je mesa i bonbona nećemo iz tog vagona
Hej što nam mogu što nam mogu snijeg i stud
hej neka radi neka radi tko je lud
Neka rade nek se muče nek ih štipa ciča zima
a kad opet vlak povuče i naš vagon ide s njima
Hej što nam mogu što nam mogu snijeg i stud
hej neka radi neka radi tko je lud
vlak u snijegu
Zvonila su za oluje
zvonila su za vjencanja
zvonila su za zivote
i za zadnja putovanja
Kao neka vjecna glazba
nase slave, naseg jada
zvonila su od davnina
stara zvona moga grada
Boga su i ljude zvala
za trabakul koji tone
zvonila su, zvonila su
za gromace i balkone
Skupljala su nase ladje
kao ptice svoga gnijezda
ko da srce majke kuca
u zvoniku ispod zvijezda
Dok spavaju stare luke
i treperi plavi svod
zvonici su kao ruke
koje prate bijeli brod
U kamenu nema neba
covjek prodje tezak put
al' su jednom kad ih trebam
stara zvona opet tu
Pricaju nam nasu povijest
brizno kao otac sinu
u veceri kao ova
izlila su svu toplinu
Kao neka vjecna glazba
kolijevki, kolonada
slusajte ih kako zvone
stara zvona moga grada
Vivos voco
Mortuos plango
Fulgura frango
Fest gemauert in der Erden
Steht die Form, aus Lehm gebrannt.
Heute muß die Glocke werden.
Frisch Gesellen, seid zur Hand.
Von der Stirne heiß
Rinnen muß der Schweiß,
Soll das Werk den Meister loben,
Doch der Segen kommt von oben.
Zum Werke, das wir ernst bereiten,
Geziemt sich wohl ein ernstes Wort;
Wenn gute Reden sie begleiten,
Dann fließt die Arbeit munter fort.
So laßt uns jetzt mit Fleiß betrachten,
Was durch die schwache Kraft entspringt,
Den schlechten Mann muß man verachten,
Der nie bedacht, was er vollbringt.
Das ist's ja, was den Menschen zieret,
Und dazu ward ihm der Verstand,
Daß er im innern Herzen spüret,
Was er erschafft mit seiner Hand.
F Sch
Zvono
Breaking the waves...
(Slavim život. Oplakujem mrtve. Slamam gromove) Vivos voco – Mortuos plango – Fulgura frango.
Na novu plovidbu
Vedri se nebo. Sunce se rađa.
Plovi iz luke jedna lađa;
Jedna što dugo stajaše u doku,
Sva izbijena, s ranama na boku.
More, ko mati, vuče je na krilo.
Ljulja je, šapće: Ništa nije bilo.
Nobody knows my sorrow
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Glory, Hallelujah
Nobody knows but Jesus
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Glory, Hallelujah
Sometimes I'm down
Oh, yes, Lord
Sometimes I'm almost to the ground
Oh, yes, Lord
Nobody knows my sorrow
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Glory, Hallelujah
Oh, yes Lord
For you to drive my sins away
Oh, yes Lord
Nobody knows but Jesus
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
(Glory) glory Hallelujah (hallelujah) (Lord)
You walked into my life
Out of my dreams
I don't need another change
Still you forced your way
Into my scheme of things
Growing heart and soul
In this age of grand illusion
You walked into my life
Out of my dreams
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Oh sweet name, I call you again
You're born once again for me
Just because I believe, don't mean I don't think as well
Don't have to question everything
In heaven or hell
My word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among
Your scheme of things
But I still care for myself
And I don't stand in my own light
Lord, Lord, MY prayer flies
Like a word on a wing
My prayer flies
Like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in
With your scheme of things?
You walked into my life
Out of my dreams
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Just as long as I can see, I'll never stop this vision flowing
I look twice and you're still flowing
Just as long as I can walk
I'll walk beside you, I'm alive in you
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
And I'm ready to shape the scheme of things
The scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape
The scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape
The scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape
The scheme of things
My word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among
Your scheme of things
But I still care for myself
And I don't stand in my own light
Like a word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among
Your scheme of things
But I still care for myself
And I don't stand in my own light
Like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in
With your scheme of things?
Please take back this fear we're under
I demand a better future
Or I might just stop wanting you
I might just stop wanting you
All this pain, all this sorrow
I demand a better future
Or I might just stop needing you
I might just stop needing you
Give them warm and cloudless skies
I demand a better future
Or I might just stop loving you
I might just stop loving you, loving you
We talk too
When you walk
We walk too
How many tears must fall
Down here below
Nothing is moving
I might just stop needing you
I might…
U viziji, videh cvetnu bastu moje voljene
U vrtoglavici, pijanstvu, kroz maglu sna
Kako se vrti i plese, poput cigre
Videh sebe kao izvor sveg postojanja
Bejah tamo na pocetku svega
I ja sam bejah sustina ljubavi
Sada sam trezan
Ostade mi samo mamurnost
I secanje na ljubav
I jos jedino zaljenje
Zedjam za srecom
Trazim pomoc
Molim za milost
A moja ljubav kaze
Pogledaj me i cuj me
Jer ja sam ovde samo zbog tebe
Ja sam tvoj mesec, i tvoja mesecina
Ja sam tvoja cvetna basta, i tvoja voda
Presla sam sav ovaj put, zedna tebe
Bosa i neogrnuta
Zelim da se smejes
Da ubijem sve tvoje brige
Zelim da te volim
Da te ojacam
O slatka gorcino
Utesicu te i izleciti
Donecu ti ruze
Ne znas li, i ja sam pokrivena trnjem
Rumi, izmene moje.
Bukowski
ni hriscanin, niti jevrej
ili musliman
nisam hindu, budista, sufi, ni zen
nisam ni jedne religije, niti kulture
nisam sa istoka, niti zapada
ne dolazim iz okeana, nisam ni sa kopna
nisam prirodan ni natprirodan
nema u meni nikakvog elementa
ja i ne postojim
nisam bice, kako ovog sveta, tako i onog sledeceg
ne potekoh od Adama i Eve
nema moje price o postanku
moje je mesto bez prostora
trag sam bestraga
ni dusa, ni telo
pripadam jedino ljubavi
video sam dva sveta u jednom
i taj jedan me prizva i poznade
prvi, poslednji, tudj i moj, dah i udisaj
dah sam samo, covek
Opet Rumi. Takodje dosta izmenjena.
Sto mu gromova
Jelenskih mi rogova
Svih mi dabrova s Ontarija
Karamba, karambita
Tako mi čukundede vrača
I bubnjeva Darkvuda
Dal je bilo bolje
Za vreme druga TITA?