среда, март 08, 2006

pozdravi i cestitki

ovaa pesna ja nemav slushnato odamna ...no denes koga slucajno proleta niz radio ne mozev da poveruvam kolku e aktuelna. Po toj povod, vo odamna zaboravenata rubrika "muzicki zelbi" Every generation has its own disease od Fury in the Slaughterhouse...enjoy the lyrics (banalni, no sepak nikogash poveke aktuelni)

predlagam i nov naslov : Avian Flu Anthem

The more we take the less we give
That's the modern way to live
And someone says live fast die young
But the time runs always faster son
Diseases come diseases go
Welcome to the final show
Let's shake hands with plastic gloves
And watch out for the last white doves
And believe me every generation
Got it's own disease
And I've got mine so help us plese
I think that I'm to young to die
Love that girl and say goodbye
Change the girls like underware
Using bodies without care
The love has gone and what we've got?
A sweet perfume of sex and blood
And believe me, baby Every generation got it's own disease
And I've got mine
So help me please

Нема коментари: