Lyrics

Memries,....          (the way we were)
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? could we?
Memries, may be beautiful and yet
Whats too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So its the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...

Odavno vec nisam mislio o tebi
medju nama dani i godine stoje

Nikada te vise pronasao nebi
da se juce nismo videli nas dvoje

Stigao sam kasno stajao na cesti
i slucajno tebe ugledao tada

Ni slutili nismo da cemo se sresti
pod svijetlima ovog bezimenog grada

Pricas mi o svemu
hodamo polako odavno se nismo
isplakali tako

Ref.
Ostala si uvijek ista
i ove suze na licu mom
ostala si uvijek ista
jedina zena na putu mom
ostala si uvijek ista

A Skeleton In The Closet - Anthrax

All American, an evil game of extortion
A sick old man, and who would guess
He was once S.S.
A deadly fascination, of a madman's solution
Six million dead, poison tales pollutes his head

Pre-Chorus:
Tell me a story--Will ya, Will ya
A real good story, I won't leave till ya
Spill your guts old man
Leave out any secrets, Hiding in the..

Chorus:
Any skeletons, and all your other sins
Any skeletons, in the closet
Any skeletons, any misfortunes
Any skeletons, hiding in the closet
Any skeletons, Any skeletons
In the Closet!
It's insanity, puppetmaster boy or Nazi
Apt pupil, he hears the screams
Nightmares turn into wet dreams
Hatred lives, boiling inside, dealing death it's bumicide
In too deep, their secret stands but it won't keep
Tell me a story --Will ya, Will ya
A real good story, I won't leave till ya
Spill your guts old man
Leave out any secrets, Hiding in the...

Chorus

Lead Break

FUN PICKIN-PART
The truth comes out, conspiracy there is no doubt
His life is ruined, but no not yet
He's still got one card in the deck
A loaded gun, a happy smile, he'll scope the freeway for awhile
King of the world, four hundred rounds, it took five hours to bring him down
Tell me a story--Will ya, Will ya
A real good story, I won't leave til ya
Spill your guts old man
Leave out any secrets, Hiding in the...

Chorus

јави се јужна, север и запад
нека не чујат колку сме
црвено жолта тоа е боја
за која живот даваме

нека знае сега светот
за нас Македонците
едно сонце на Александар
нас ни свети в градите

оле,оле....

Deep Purple - Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming
While you were out...
the message says
You left a number
and I tried to call
But they wrote it down
in a perfect Spanish scrawl
in a perfect Spanish scrawl

Yet again
I'm missing you
King size bed
(in a) hotel someplace
I hear your name
I see your face
I see your face

(The) back street dolls
and the side door johnnies
The wide eyed boys with their bags full of
money
Back in the alley
going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail
of a midnight crawl
Heaven wouldn't be
so high I know
if the times gone by
hadn't been so low
The best laid plans
come apart at the seams
and shatter all my dreams

Sometimes I feel like...
Screaming
close my eyes
It's times like this
my head goes down
and the only thing I know
is the name of this town
is the name of this town

Yet again
I'm missing you
won't be long
O' coming home
Until that distant time
I'll be moving on
I'll be moving on

Mecano - Hijo de la Luna  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3REPMDSCh4

Прво е во оригинал, т.е. на шпански, а потоа на англиски.
Here are the Spanish lyrics, and their English translation.

Hijo de la luna (Son of the Moon)

Tonto el que no entienda / cuenta una leyenda
que una hembra gitana / conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer
llorando pedía / al llegar el día
desposar un calé / tendrás a tu hombre piel morena
desde el cielo habló la luna llena / pero a cambio quiero
el hijo primero / que le engendres a él
que quien su hijo inmola / para no estar sola
poco le iba a querer

Luna quieres ser madre / y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer / dime luna de plata
qué pretendes hacer / con un niño de piel
Hijo de la Luna

De padre canela nació un niño / blanco como el lomo de un armiño
con los ojos grises / en vez de aceituna
niño albino de luna / maldita su estampa
este hijo es de un payo / y yo no me lo cayo

Gitano al creerse deshonrado / se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano
¿de quién es el hijo? / me has engañao fijo
y de muerte la hirió / luego se hizo al monte
con el niño en brazos / y allí le abandonó

Y en las noches que haya luna llena
será porque el niño esté de buenas
y si el niño llora / menguará la luna
para hacerle una cuna / y si el niño llora
menguará la luna / para hacerle una cuna

Son of the moon

Foolish is he who doesn't understand.
A legend tells of a gipsy woman
Who pleaded with the moon until dawn. / Weeping she begged
At the break of dawn / To marry a gipsy man.

"You'll have your man, tawny skin,"
Said the full moon from the sky.
"But in return I want the first child
That you have with him. / Because she who sacrifices her child
So that she is not alone, / Isn't likely to love it very much."

Moon, you want to be mother, / But you cannot find a love
Who makes you a woman. / Tell me, silver moon,
What you intend to do / With a child of flesh.
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, / Son of the moon.

From a cinnamon-skinned father / A son was born,
White as the back of an ermine / With grey eyes instead of olive
Moon's albino child. / "Damn his appearance!
This is not a gipsy man's son / And I will not put up with that."

Believing to be dishonoured, / The gipsy went to his wife,
A knife in his hand. / "Whose son is this?
You've certainly fooled me!" / And he wounded her mortally.
Then he went to the woodlands / With the child in his arms
And left it behind there.

And the nights the moon is full / It is because the child
Is in a good mood. / And if the child cries,
The moon wanes / To make it a cradle.

Kako vrijeme prolazi
lova me ne nalazi
prije mi je mislit dala
a sad više ne

kasno noću ustajem
brigama se predajem
dal' da idem il' to sebi
teret postajem

ej živote
teško ovo jebote
mani me se živote
oca ti jebem

nevolja mi suđena
nosim je u kostima
a da poraze od ranije
i ne nabrajam

kažu ukus je karakter
a karakter sudbina
pa što ću ja u svemu tome
htio bih da znam

ej živote
teško ovo jebote
mani me se živote
oca ti jebem

the level that we find we stoop and take it
because we feel it
but what we do not feel
we tread upon and leave it
actually never think of it
and as for my part as well
isn't it nice after all
to share so little (jebo mater)
to share so little with everybody

ej živote
teško ovo jebote
mani me se živote
ti ga nabijem