Rock BarockAntologija rok poezije

Rock BarockAntologija rok poezije

(Izbor i prevod Oliver Kne`evi})

Beograd, 2010

Deep purple

Smoke on The Water(Gillan, Blackmore, Lord, Glover, Paice)

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time

Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground

When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty cold and bare But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just out-side

Making our music there With a few red lights and a few old beds We make a place to sweat

No matter what we get out of this I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

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Ian Gillan- vocalsRitchie Blackmore -guitar Jon Lord -keyboardsRoger Glover - bass Ian Paice - drums

Zagasito qubi~astDim na vodi

Svi smo do{li u Montrena obali @enevskog jezerada napravimo snimke u mobilnom studijuNismo imali mnogo vremena

Frenk Zapa i MajkeImali su najboqi sme{taj u graduMe|utim, neki glupan sa signalnimpi{toqemSpalio je do temeqa to mestoDim na vodi, nebo u plamenu

Izgorela je kockarnicaSrokala se uz stravi~an zvukPla{qivi Klod tr~kao je unutra i vanIzvla~e}i klince otud

Kada se sve to svr{iloMorali smo da drugde da se preselimoA, {vajcarsko vreme (za snimawe) isticalo jeIzgledalo je da }emo izgubiti trku s wimDim na vodi, nebo u plamenu

Zavr{ili smo u hotelu "Grand"Hladnom, pustom, bednom mestuAli, Rolling Stones kamion (pokretni studio)bio je ba{ zgodno, ispred, tu

Dok smo pravili muziku tamouz slabu svetlost crvenih lampica i na starim stalcimapo{teno smo se ispreznajali

[ta god da ispadne od onog {to radismo tamoZnam da nikada ne}emo zaboravitiDim na vodi, nebo u plamenu

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Bend je osnovan 1968. Zbog stalnih tenzija sa

Blekmurom, Gilan je napustio bend 1973, a za-

menio ga je Dejvid Koverdejl. Mewaju}i ~lanove,

bend i danas odr`ava koncerte.

Rollingstones

I ca’n’t get no satisfaction(Jagger and Richards)

I can't get no satisfactionI can't get no satisfaction'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I tryI can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm drivin' in my carAnd a man comes on the radioHe's tellin' me more and moreAbout some useless informationSupposed to fire my imagination

I can't get no, oh no, no, noHey, hey, hey, that's what I say

I can't get no satisfactionI can't get no satisfaction'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I tryI can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm watchin' my TVAnd a man comes on and tells meHow white my shirts can beWell he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smokeThe same cigarettes as me

I can't get no, oh no, no, noHey, hey, hey, that's what I say

I can't get no satisfactionI can't get no girl reaction'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I tryI can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm ridin' 'round the worldAnd I'm doin' this and I'm signin' thatAnd I'm tryin' to make some girlWho tells me, "baby better come back later next week'Cause you see I'm on a losin' streak"

I can't get no, oh no, no, noHey, hey, hey, that's what I say

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Kotrqaju}e kameweNisam zadovoqan

Nisam zadovoqanNisam zadovoqana, trudim se da budem, trudim se, trudim al’ nisam, nisam i ne mogu biti

Kada vozim svoj autoIz radija se javqa ~ovekkoji pri~a, i pri~a i pri~aNekakve besmislene informacijeKoje bi trebale da mi zapale ma{tu

O, ne, ne, ne!to je sve {to mogu re}i

Nisam zadovoqanNisam zadovoqana, trudim se da budem, trudim se, trudim seal’ nisam, nisam i ne mogu biti

Dok gledam TVotud do|e ~ova i ka`e mida moja ko{uqa mo`e biti tako bela.Pa on u stvari i nije ~ovekkad ne pu{i istu vrstu cigareta kao ja.

O, ne, ne, ne!to je sve {to mogu re}i

Nisam zadovoqan,Nisam zadovoqan,a, trudim se da budem, trudim se, trudim seal’ nisam, nisam i ne mogu biti

Dok sam jezdio {irom svetaradio sva{ta i ostavqao znamewaprobao sam da maznem neku ribuA ona mi rekla:“Du{o, do|i idu}e nedeqe,sad sam u bedaku”

O, ne, ne, ne!to je sve {to mogu re}i

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I can't get no, I can't get noI can't get noSatisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction, nosatisfactionI can't get no

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Mick Jagger - lead vocals, harmonica, keyboards, percussion, guitarKeith Richards - guitars, vocals, bass, keyboardsCharlie Watts - drums, percussionBill Wyman - bass, synthesizer

Nisam zadovoqanNisam zadovoqana, trudim se da budem, trudim se, trudim seal’ nisam, nisam i ne mogu biti

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Jedan od osniva~a benda 1962. bio je i gi-

tarista Brajan Xons. Vrlo harizmati~an,

postao je jedna od modnih ikona r’n’r ’60. Sklon

alkoholu, drogama i ekscesima, nije bio po voqi

menaxera. 1969. prona|en je mrtav u bazenu

svoje vile. Imao je 27 godina.

The Beatles

Yesterday(Lennon / McCartney)

Yesterday, All my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though they're here to stay, Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be, There's a shadow hanging over me, Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said, Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, Love was such an easy game to play, Now I need a place to hide away, Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said, Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, Love was such an easy game to play, Now I need a place to hide away, Oh, I believe in yesterday.

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John Lennon - rhythm guitar, vocalsPaul McCartney - bass guitar, vocal George Harrison - lead guitar, vocals Ringo Starr - drums, vocals

Mawe od taktaJu~e

Do ju~e @iveo sam sasvim bezbri`noAli sad me je stigao nespokoj, kome ne vidimkrajOh, nadam se (verujem) u pro{li dan

Desilo se iznenada,a ja nisam navikao da budem nepotpunsenka se nadvila nadamnomPro{li danu, nisam se ovome nadao.

Za{to jeMorala da ode, ne znam, nije htela re}’.Izgovorihne{to pogre{no, i sad ~eznem za pro{limdanom.

Ju~e jo{qubav je bila kao laka igrasad mi treba mesto da se sakrijemOh, verujem u pro{li dan

Za{to jeMorala da ode, ne znam, nije htela re}’.Izgovorihne{to pogre{no, sad ~eznem za pro{limdanom.

Ju~e jo{qubav je bila samo laka igrasad mi treba mesto da se sakrijemOh, verujem u pro{li dan

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Bend je osnovan 1960. Raspao se 1970, kada ih je

napustio Harison. Razlog je bio neprekidno

me{awe Lenonove `ene Joko Ono u stvari koje

su se ticale benda.

Led Zeppelin

Stairway to heaven(Page, Plant)

There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven

When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have Two meanings

In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are Misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get When I look to the west And my spirit is crying For leaving

In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those Who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon If we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason

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Upravqawe cepelinomStepenice do neba

Jedna gospa {to znaDa je zlato sve {to sjaPo{la je da tra`i put za raj

Kada tamo dospe, ona zna da }e,iako je sve zatvorenoizgovaraju}i samo jednu jedinu re~dobiti ono {to tra`i

O, o, okupuje stepenice do neba

Na zidu postoji znakali ona ho}e da bude sigurnajer, kao {to zna{, katkad re~iimaju dva zna~ewa

Drvo kraj potokaiz wega ptica pevaPonekad su sve na{e mislizloslutne

O, kako ~udesno...

O, kako ~udesno...

Kada pogledam na zapadU meni se probudi ~udan ose}ajI moja du{a zavapikao da me napu{ta

Zamislih i videhprsten dima oko stablaI glasove onih {topostojano tragaju

O, kako ~udesno...

O, stvarno ~udesno...

I ~uje se {apat da uskoroako svi zovnemo skladnoFrula{ (lula{) }e nas prizvati promisli

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Procol Harum

Whiter shade of pale(Fisher, Brooker, Reid)

We skipped the light fandangoturned cartwheels 'cross the floorI was feeling kinda seasickbut the crowd called out for more

The room was humming harderas the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkthe waiter brought a tray

And so it was that lateras the miller told his talethat her face, at first just ghostly,turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, 'There is no reasonand the truth is plain to see.'But I wandered through my playing cardsand would not let her beone of sixteen vestal virginswho were leaving for the coastand although my eyes were openthey might have just as well've been closed

She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'though in truth we were at seaso I took her by the looking glassand forced her to agreesaying, 'You must be the mermaidwho took Neptune for a ride.'But she smiled at me so sadlythat my anger straightway died

If music be the food of lovethen laughter is its queenand likewise if behind is in frontthen dirt in truth is clean

My mouth by then like cardboardseemed to slip straight through my headSo we crash-dived straightway quicklyand attacked the ocean bed.

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Zbog ograni~enosti prostora na ovom mestu,

bele{ka je data na kraju kwige.

Procol Harum

Ble|e od senke

Igrali smo u groznici flamenkaokre}u}i premet preko dvoraneOse}ao sam ne{to kao morsku bolestali publika je tra`ila jo{

Prostorija je treperela sve vi{etavanica samo {to nije palaTad pozvasmo jo{ jedno pi}ei konobar nas poslu`i

I tako je to jednom bilo,ba{ kao {to stari mlinar pri~a pri~uweno lice, i na prvi pogled sablasno,postalo je ble|e od senke

Ona je rekla, "Ovo nema smislastvari su o~igledne."Tad pogledah {ta ka`u moje karte za igrawea nisam mogao da joj dopustim da postanejedna od {esnaest vestalskih devicakoje se vra}aju na obalui mada su mi o~i bile otvorene~inilo mi se da ~vrsto `murim.

Ona je rekla: “Kod ku}e sam na obali na odsustvu”,mada u stvari mi bejasmo na moruja je uzeh ogledalomi prisilih je da pristanegovore}i: "Ti mora da si sirenakoja je zajahala Neptuna. "Tad mi se nasme{i tako tu`noda moja qutwa trenutno zgasnu

Ako je muzika hrana qubavionda je smeh wen vladari isto tako, ako iza je ispredonda je i prqav{tina u stvari ~ista

Moj izraz lica do tad kao kartonska maska~inilo se da }e mi skliznuti sa ~ela I tad mi zaronismo smesta, brzoi jurnusmo na dno okeana.

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Pink Floyd

Money(Waters)

Money Get away You get a good job with good pay and you'reokay Money It's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team

Money Well, get back I'm all right Jack Keep your hands off of my stack Money It's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set I think I need a Lear jet

Money It's a crime Share it fairly But don't take a slice of my pie Money So they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a raise It's no surprise that they're giving none away

"HuHuh! I was in the right!" "Yes, absolutely in the right!" "I certainly was in the right!" "You was definitely in the right. That geezer wascruising for a bruising!" "Yeah!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!" "I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number2. He was asking why he wasn't coming up onfreely, after I was yelling and screaming andtelling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. Itcame as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matterout"

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Zbog ograni~enosti prostora na ovom mestu,

bele{ka je data na kraju kwige.

Ru`i~asti FlojdLova

LovaBe`i, breDobar pos’o, dobro pla}en i sav si u reduLovaPi~kin dim Zgrabi lovu s obe ruke i napravi {tekNovi auto, kavijar, sa ~etiri zvezdice san...Mora’ da kupim jedan fudbalski tim

LovaDobro, ’ajmo sadJa sam pravi XekDr` se daqe, tu stoji moj {tekLovaTo je hitZato ne moram da radim neka dobra slatkasrawaJa sam u Haj-Fajdeliti prvoklasnodru{tvo... Mislim da mi treba Lir-xet

NovacTo je kriminalPodeli ga po{tenoAli nemoj uzimati par~e mog kola~aNovacTako ka`uTo je koren svog zla Ali ako tra`i{ vi{eNe ~udi se ako ne dobije{ ni{ta, ko i pre

"HuHuh! Bio sam u pravu!""Da, apsolutno u pravu!""Svakako je u pravu!""Ja sam definitivno u pravu. Taj ~udak jebazao za tucawem.""Da"!"Za{to neko ne preduzme ne{to?""Ne znam, ja sam zaista bio pijan sve tovreme!""Upravo sam mu govorio, nije mogao da u|e ubroj 2. Pitao je za{to se ne bi popeo slo-bodno, po{to sam se drao i vri{tao i govo-rio mu za{to se ne bi popeo slobodno. Bio jeto te`ak udarac, ali smo sredili to".

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Bad Company

Seagull(Rodgers, Ralphs)

Seagull you fly across the horizon into the misty morning sun. same throughout the whole Nobody asks you where you are going and nobody knows where you’re from.

There is a man asking the question is this really the end of the world Seagull you must have known for a long time the shape of things to come

Now you fly, through the sky never asking why And you’ll fly, all around ‘til somebody... no, no shoots you down Da da da da da da da da da da

Seagull you fly across the horizon into the misty morning sun Nobody asks you where you are going and nobody knows where you’ll fall.

Now you fly, through the sky never asking why. And you fly all around‘til somebodyno, no shoots you down.

Seagull, fly away. Fly away now. Fly away tomorrow. Fly away my sorrow.

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Paul Rodgers - vocals, guitar, piano, accordionMick Ralphs - guitar, keyboardsSimon Kirke - drumsBoz Burrell - bass

Lo{e dru{tvoGaleb

Galebe, ti {to leti{ preko horizontaka maglovitom jutarwem suncunepromewen tokom ve~nostiNiko te ne pita kud si naumioi niko ne zna odakle dolazi{

Jedan ~ovek se pitaje li to zbiqa kraj svetaGalebe, morao si spoznati za sve ovo vremeOblik stvari koje }e se desiti(kakva }e budu}nost biti)

Sada, ti leti{ kroz neboNikad se ne pitaju}i za{toI lete}e{, svudaSve dok te neko, o, ne, ne,Ne ustreli i obori dole.

Galebe, ti {to leti{ preko horizontaka maglovitom jutarwem suncunepromewen tokom ve~nostiNiko te ne pita kud si naumioi niko ne zna gde }e{ pasti

Sada leti kroz nebone pitaju}i se za{toI leti svudaDok te neko,ne, ne,Ne ustreli i ne padne{ dole

Sada leti, leti dalekoLeti daleko sadaLeti daleko sutra...Leti daleko, moja tugo...

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Bend su osnovali 1973.Roxers i Kirk (ex Free)Ralfs (ex Mott the Hoople) i Baril (ex King Crim-son). Na ovoj numeri Roxers je sam snimio sve

instrumente. I danas povremeno odr`avaju

koncerte.

Leonard Cohen

Suzanne(Cohen)

Suzanne takes you down to her place near theriverYou can hear the boats go byYou can spend the night beside herAnd you know that she's half crazyBut that's why you want to be thereAnd she feeds you tea and orangesThat come all the way from ChinaAnd just when you mean to tell herThat you have no love to give herThen she gets you on her wavelengthAnd she lets the river answerThat you've always been her loverAnd you want to travel with herAnd you want to travel blindAnd you know that she will trust youFor you've touched her perfect body with yourmind.

And Jesus was a sailorWhen he walked upon the waterAnd he spent a long time watchingFrom his lonely wooden towerAnd when he knew for certainOnly drowning men could see himHe said "All men will be sailors thenUntil the sea shall free them"But he himself was brokenLong before the sky would openForsaken, almost humanHe sank beneath your wisdom like a stoneAnd you want to travel with himAnd you want to travel blindAnd you think maybe you'll trust himFor he's touched your perfect body with hismind.

Now Suzanne takes your handAnd she leads you to the riverShe is wearing rags and feathersFrom Salvation Army countersAnd the sun pours down like honeyOn our lady of the harbourAnd she shows you where to lookAmong the garbage and the flowers

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Leonard Koen Suzana

Suzan te vodi do svog mesta blizu reke Gde mo`e{ ~uti brodove kako prolazeGde mo`e{ provesti no} kraj weI zna{ da je ona pomalo zaqubqenaA, to je upravo ono zbog ~ega i `eli{ dabude{ tu Ona te hrani ~ajem i pomoranxama Koji sti`u ~ak iz Kine I upravo kada si mislio da joj ka`e{ Da ne ose}a{ qubav koju bi joj pru`io Ona te prihata na svoj na~in pu{ta reku da svedo~ida si oduvek bio wen qubavnik i da `eli{ da putuje{ s wom i da `eli{ da putuje{ besciqno I zna{ da }e ti ona verovati Jer dirao si weno savr{eno telo svojim umom.

A Isus je bio mornar Kada je hodao po vodi I proveo je dugo vreme posmatraju}i Sa svog usamqenog drvenog torwa I kada je postao siguran Da ga samo utopqenik mo`e videtiRekao je: "Svaki ~ovek bi}e mornar Dok ga more ne oslobodi " Ali on sam ve} be{e slomqenMnogo pre no {to se nebo moglo otvoriti Napu{ten, skoro qudski Potonuo je pod tvojom razborito{}u poputkamena A ti `eli{ da putuje{ sa wim A ti `eli{ da putuje{ besciqno I ako mo`da misli{ da }e{ mu verovati Jer on je dotakao tvoje savr{eno telo svojimumom.

Sada Suzan uzima tvoju ruku I vodi te do reke Ona nosi rite i perje Od Vojske spasa dobijene A sunce se izliva kao med Na na{u Gospu od luke I ona ti pokazuje gde da gleda{ Izme|u sme}a i cve}a

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Jethro Tull

Locomotive Breath(Ian Anderson)

In the shuffling madness of the locomotivebreathruns the alltime loser headlong to his death.Ohhe feels the piston scrapingsteam breaking on his brow.

Old Charlie stole the handleand the trainit won't stop going no way to slow down. OhOh.

He sees his children jumping off at stations oneby one.His woman and his best friend in bed and havingfun.Ohhe's crawling down the corridor on his hands andhis knees.Old Charlie stole the handleand the train

it won't stop going no way to slow down. OhOh.

He hears the silence howlingcatches angels as they fall

And the alltime winner has got him by the balls.Ohhe picks up Gidean's Bible; open at page one.I thank Got

he stole the handleand the trainit won't stop going no way to slow down.No way to slow down.No way to slow down.No way to slow down.

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Ian Anderson lyrics, vocals and flute Martin Barre - guitar

Xetro TalDah lokomotive

U {evrdavom ludilu daha lokomotiveradi jedan ve~iti gubitnikstrmoglavquju}i se u sopstvenu smrtO,on ose}a strugawe klipapara se prolama na wegovom ~elu.

Stari ^arli maznuo je ru~icui vozse ne}e zaustaviti, nema {ansi da uspori. O, o!

On vidi svoju decu kako iska~u na stanicamajedno po jedno.Wegova `ena i wegov najboqi prijateqzabavqaju se u krevetu.O.On puzi niz hodnik na rukama i kolenima.

Stari ^arli maznuo je ru~icui voztaj se ne}e zaustaviti, nema {ansi da uspori. O, o!

On ~uje ti{inu kako urlahvataju}i an|ele kako koji padne

I ve~iti pobednik uhvatio ga je za muda.O,on uzima Gideanovu Bibliju, otvara stranujedan.“Zahvaqujem Bogu”.

Maznuo je ru~icui vozne}e prestati da ide, nema {ansi da uspori. nema {ansi da usporinema {ansi da uspori

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Bend neprekidno i uspe{no radi od 1967.

Ime su uzeli po Xetro Talu, jednom od naj -

zna~ajnijih agronoma iz XVII veka.

Billy Joel

Just The Way You Are

Don’t go changing, to try and please meYou never let me down beforeDon’t imagine you’re too familiarAnd I don’t see you anymore

I wouldn’t leave you in times of troubleWe never could have come this farI took the good times, I’ll take the bad timesI’ll take you just the way you are

Don’t go trying some new fashionDon’t change the color of your hairYou always have my unspoken passionAlthough I might not seem to care

I don’t want clever conversationI never want to work that hardI just want someone that I can talk toI want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always beThe same old someone that I knewWhat will it take till you believe in meThe way that I believe in you.

I said I love you and that’s foreverAnd this I promise from the heartI could not love you any betterI love you just the way you are.

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William Martin "Billy" Joel (born May 9, 1949)is an American musician and pianist, singer-songwriter, and classical composer.

Bili XoelBa{ takva kakva si

Ne mewaj se, potrudi se i ugodi miTi koja me nikad dosad nisi izneverilaNemoj misliti da si suvi{e obi~naNiti da }emo se ikada razi}i

Ne bih te mogao napustiti kada ti je te{koTako nikad ne bismo stigli ~ak dovdeImali smo lepe trenutke, prihvati}u i onelo{e Zadr`a}u te onakvu kakva si

Ne poku{avaj neku novu moduNe mewaj boju koseZauvek ra~unaj na moju neiskazanu strastma izgledalo da mi ona nije va`na

Ne trebaju mi pametni razgovoriNe `elim mnogo da se napre`emTreba mi neko s kim }u ~avrqati@elim te onakvu kakva si.

Moram da znam da }e{ uvek bitiIsta onakva kakvu te znamI da }e to trajati sve dok mi veruje{Na isti na~in na koji ja verujem u tebe.

Rekao sam da te volim i to je zauvekTo je obe}awe od srcaNe bih mogao da te volim nekako boqeVolim te ba{ onakvu kakva si.

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Ovu pesmu posvetio je svojoj prvoj `eni.

Joan Baez

Diamonds And Rust(Baez)

I'll be damned, here comes your ghost againbut that's not unusualit's just that the moon is fulland you happened to call

And here I sit, hand on the telephonehearing the voice I'd knowna couple of light years agoheaded straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes were bluer than robin'seggsMy poetry was lousy you saidWhere are you calling fromA booth in the MidwestTen years ago I bought you some cufflinksYou brought me something

We both know what memories can bringthey bring Diamonds and Rust

Now I see you standing with brown leaves allaround and snow in your hairNow we're smiling out the window of thecrummy hotel over washington squareOur breath comes out white clouds, mingles andhangs in the airSpeaking strictly for mewe both could've died then and there

Now you're telling me you're not nostalgicthen give me another word for ityou were so good with wordsand at keeping things vague

cause I need some of that vagueness now, it's allcome back too clearlyyes, I loved you dearlyand if you're offering me diamonds and rustI've already paid

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Xoan Baez Dijamanti i r|a

Neka sam prokleta, evo ponovo dolazi tvojduh ali to nije ni{ta neobi~no samo je mesec pun a tebi je do{lo da pozove{

I sedim ovde, dr`e}i telefon slu{aju}i glas koji dobro znamve} nekoliko svetlosnih godina Gotova da se sru{im

Se}am se tvojih o~iju plavqih odcrvenda}evih jaja Moja poezija je lo{a, rekao si Odakle zove{ Iz govornice na Sredwem zapaduPre deset godina kupila sam ti neku dugmadza ko{uqu I ti si meni kupio ne{to

A oboje znamo {ta uspomene donosedonose dijamante i r|u

Vidim te kako stoji{ okru`en `utimli{}em i sa snegom u kosi Kako se smejemo na prozoru bednog hotela naVa{ington SkveruNa{ dah pravi bele obla~i}e, me{a se ilebdi u vazduhu Pri~ao si samo menimogli smo i umreti onda i tamo

Sad mi ka`e{ da nisi nostalgi~an onda na|i drugu re~ za to bio si tako dobar na re~ima ~ine}i stvari nejasnim

jer meni sad trebaju te obmane, to je svepro{lost, jasnoda, volela sam te ne`noa ako mi nudi{ dijamante i r|u To sam ve} platila

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Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Lucky Man(Lake)

He had white horsesAnd ladies by the scoreAll dressed in satinAnd waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he wasOoooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathersThey made up his bedA gold covered mattressOn which he was laid

Ooooh, what a lucky man he wasOoooh, what a lucky man he was

He went to fight warsFor his country and his kingOf his honor and his gloryThe people would sing

Ooooh, what a lucky man he wasOoooh, what a lucky man he was

A bullet had found himHis blood ran as he criedNo money could save himSo he laid down and he died

Ooooh, what a lucky man he wasOoooh, what a lucky man he was

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Keith Emerson - keyboards Greg Lake - guitar, bass guitar, vocals Carl Palmer - drums, percussion

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Sre}ko

Imao je bele koweI otmene `eneSve obu~ene u satenI slugu pred vratima

Ooooh, kakav sre}nik je bioOoooh, kakav sre}nik je bio

Bele ~ipke i perjeUkra{avali mu krevetZlatom protkan du{ekNa kojem je le`’oOoooh, kakav sre}nik je bioOoooh, kakav sre}nik je bio

Oti{’o je u ratZa domovinu i kraqaO wegovoj ~asti i wegovoj slaviNarod }e pevat

Ooooh, kakav sre}nik je bioOoooh, kakav sre}nik je bio

Metak ga je na{’oDok krv mu je tekla, on je zapomagoNikakav novac nije ga spasavoI tako je pao i tako umro

Ooooh, kakav sre}nik je bioOoooh, kakav sre}nik je bio

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Pesmu je Lejk napisao kada je imao samo

dvanaest godina. Objavqena je 1970. na wihovom

prvom albumu. To je jedna od prvih pesama u kojoj

je kori{}en sintisajzer kao solo instrument.

Bend se raspao 1979. – nisu imali ni{ta vi{e

novo da ka`u.

Bob Marley And Wailers

No Woman No Cry

No woman, no cry 'Cause I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown Oba, ob-serving the hypocrites As they would mingle with the good people wemeet Good friends we have had, oh good friends we'velost along the way In this bright future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say

No woman, no cry No woman, no cry Little darlin' don't shed no tears No woman, no cry

Said, said, said I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown And then Georgie would make the fire light Log wood burnin' through the night Then we would cook corn meal porridge Of which I'll share with you

My feet is my only carriage So I've got to push on through But while I'm gone...

Ev'rything's gonna be alright Ev'rything's gonna be alright

So, no woman, no cry No, no woman, no woman, no cry Oh, little darling, don't shed no tears No woman, no cry

No woman, no woman, no woman, no cry No woman, no cry Oh, my little darlin' please don't shed no tears No woman, no cry, yeah

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Robert Nesta "Bob" Marley (February 6, 1945 -May 11, 1981) was a Jamaican singer-songwriterand musician. Melanoma caused his death.

Bob Marlei i narika~eNe pla~i `eno

Ne pla~i `enoJer, se}am se kad smo obi~avali da sedimo U dvori{tu uprave u Tren~taunu Po, po-posmatraju}i licemere [to su se me{ali sa dobrim qudima sa kojima `ivimoDobre prijateqe smo imali, o dobre prijateqe koje smo izgubili tokomputa u ovu svetlu budu}nost, ne mo`e{ zaboraviti svoju pro{lost Zato obri{i suze, velim ti

Ne, `eno, ne pla~i Ne pla~i `eno Mala draga, ne prolivaj suze Ne, `eno, ne pla~i

Rekao, rekao je, rekao je se}am se kako smo znali sedetiU onom dvori{tu uprave u Tren~taunuA onda bi Georgije zapalio vatruKlada bi gorela kroz no} Na woj smo kuvali kukuruznu ka{u za obrok Koji }u da podelim sa vama

Moje noge su moj jedini prevoz Tako da }u se dovu}i nekakoAli, dok me nema ...

Sve }e biti u reduSve }e biti u redu

Ne, `eno, ne pla~i Ne pla~i `eno Mila draga, ne roni suze Ne, `eno, ne pla~i Ne pla~i `eno

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Iako je Bob Marli napisao ovu pesmu, au-

torstvo je prepisao svom prijatequVinsentu

Fordu, koji je vodio javnu kuhinju u Tren~taunu

(Jarak-gradu), getou u Kingstonu (Jamajka), gde

je Marli odrastao.

Elton John

Candle In The Wind(John, Taupin)

Goodbye Norma Jean Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name

And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in

And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did

Loneliness was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you paid Even when you died Oh the press still hounded you All the papers had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude

Goodbye Norma Jean From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something as more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe

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Sir Elton Hercules John, (born Reginald KennethDwight; 25 March 1947) is an English singer-songwriter, composer and pianist. He has workedwith his songwriting partner Bernie Taupin since1967; they have collaborated on more than 30 al-bums to date.

Elton XonSve}a na vetru

Zbogom, Norma Xin.Mada te zapravo nikad nisam upoznaoU tebi je bilo qupkosti koja te je odr`alaDok su svi oko tebe puzali.Domileli su se iz pilaneI {aptali ti u umUpregli te u dolapNaterali te da ~ak i ime promeni{

A, ~ini mi se da si `ivela svoj `ivotKao sve}a na vetruNikad ne znaju}i uz koga da se privije{kad ki{a po~ne.

Voleo bih da sam te poznavaoal’ bio sam premladTvoja sve}a je dogorela mnogo premita o tebi.

Usamqenost je bila te{kaTo je bila najte`a uloga koju si ikada igralaHolivud je od tebe stvorio superzvezduA patwa je bila cena koju si platila^ak i kada si umrlaOh, novinari su te i tad progawaliSve novine su morale da objave da“Merlin je prona|ena naga”

Zbogom Norma XinPozdrav od mladog ~oveka iz dvadestdrugogredaKoji u tebi vidi ne{to vi{e od ~ulnostiMnogo vi{e nego samo na{u MerilinMonro

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Elton Xon je borac za prava LBGT i vlasnik

fudbalskog kluba iz Vetforda.

Berni Tapin, pisac tekstova za ve}inu Xono -

vih pesama, `enio se `enama vi{e puta, ali

iz solidarnosti podr`ava prava homoseksua -

laca.

Doors

Riders On The Storm(Morrison, Krieger, Manzarek, Densmore)

Riders on the stormRiders on the stormInto this house we're bornInto this world we're thrownLike a dog without a boneAn actor out of roleRiders on the storm

There's a killer on the roadHis brain is squirmin' like a toadTake a long holidayLet your children playIf ya give this man a rideSweet memory will die

Killer on the road, yeahGirl ya gotta love your manGirl ya gotta love your manTake him by the handMake him understandThe world on you dependsOur life will never endGotta love your man, yeahWow!Riders on the stormRiders on the stormInto this house we're bornInto this world we're thrownLike a dog without a boneAn actor out of roleRiders on the stormRiders on the storm

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Jim Morrison - lead vocalsRobby Krieger - guitar, vocalsRay Manzarek - keyboards, keyboard bass, vocalsJohn Densmore - drums, percussion

KapijeJaha~i na oluji

Jaha~i na olujiJaha~i na olujiU ovoj ku}i smo ro|eniU ovaj svet smo ba~eniKao pas bez koskeKao glumac bez ulogeJaha~i na oluji

Jedan je krvnik na putuMozak mu se gr~i kao `abaUzmi dug odmorPusti svoju decu da se igrajuAko pusti{ tog ~oveka da vozi Lepe uspomene }e i{~eznuti

Ubica na putu, daDevojko, mora{ se predati svom ~oveku Devojko, mora{ se predati svom ~ovekuUzmi ga za rukuUrazumi gaOd tebe svet zavisi@ive}emo ve~noMora{ se predati svom ~oveku, da

Jaha~i na olujiJaha~i na olujiU ovoj ku}i smo ro|eniU ovaj svet smo ba~eniKao pas bez koskeKao glumac bez ulogeJaha~i na oluji

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Morison je umro 1971. u Parizu.Nije bilo ob-

dukcije, ali se smatra da je overdozirao. Bend je

nastavio da postoji jo{ dve godine, a onda se

raspao. Bend “Ray Manzarek and Robby Kriegerof The Doors”i danas radi.

Bob Dylan

Blowin' In The Wind (Dylan)

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps on the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon ballsfly Before they're foreve banned? The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people fly? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it takes till heknows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind, The answer is blowin in the wind

How many years can mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exit Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head Pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind

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Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman; May24, 1941) is an American singer-songwriter andmusician. Dylan performs with guitar, keyboards,and harmonica.

Bob DilanDuvawe na vetru (Pas laje, vetar nosi)

Koliko drumova neko mora da prevaliDa biste ga nazvali ~ovekom? Da, a koliko bi bela golubica trebalo daprejedri môra Pre no {to po~ine na pesku? Da, a koliko puta bi trebalo topovska |uladda letePre no {to budu zauvek zabrawena? Odgovor je, dragi prijateqi, da pas laje, avetar nosiOdgovor je da pas laje, a vetar nosi

Koliko puta ~ovek treba da pogleda uvis Pre nego {to uspe da vidi nebo? Da, a koliko u{iju mora ~ovek da imaDa bi mogao da bi ~uo da qudi lete? Da, a koliko qudi treba smrt da uzme da bishvatiliKoliko qudi je pomrlo? Odgovor je, dragi prijateqi, da pas laje, avetar nosiOdgovor je da pas laje, a vetar nosi

Koliko godina }e postojati planinaPre nego {to se umije u moru? Da, i koliko godina qudi treba da propustePre no {to im se dozvoli da da `ive slobodno? Da, i koliko puta ~ovek mo`e da okreneglavu Pretvaraju}i se da ni{ta nije video? Odgovor je, dragi prijateqi, da pas laje, avetar nosiOdgovor je da pas laje, a vetar nosi.

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I danas koncertira.

Frank Zappa

Flower Punk(Zappa)

Hey punk, where you goin’ with thatFlower in your hand? Hey punk, where you goin’ with thatFlower in your hand?

Well, I’m goin’ up to frisco to join aPsychedelic band.I’m goin’ up to frisco to join aPsychedelic band.

Hey punk, where you goin’ with thatButton on your shirt? Hey punk, where you goin’ with thatButton on your shirt?

I’m goin’ to the love-in to sit & playMy bongos in the dirt.Yes, I’m goin’ to the love-in to sit & playMy bongos in the dirt.

Hey punk, where you goin’ with thatHair on your head? Hey punk, where you goin’ with thatHair on your head?

I’m goin’ to the dance to get some action,Then I’m goin’ home to bed.I’m goin’ to the dance to get some action,Then I’m goin’ home to bed.

Hey punk, where you goin’ with thoseBeads around your neck? Hey punk, where you goin’ with thoseBeads around your neck?

I’m goin’ to the shrink so he can help meBe a nervous wreck...

(just at this moment, the 2700Microgram dose of stp ingested byFlower punk shortly before theSong began takes effect: beforeYour very ears his head blows up...Leaving a bizarre audial residue all overYour teen-age record player!)

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Iskreni ZapaKlipani cve}a (Kao Deca cve}a)

Hej, klipane, kud si po{’o s tim Cvetom u ruci? Hej, klipane, kud si po{’o s tim Cvetom u ruci?

Pa, gibam u Frisko da se pridru`im Jednom psihodelija bendu. Pa, gibam u Frisko da se pridru`im Jednom psihodelija bendu.

Hej, tupsone, kud si po{o s tim Dugmetom na ko{uqi? Hej, tupsone, kud si po{o s tim Dugmetom na ko{uqi?

Idem u bordel na se{n “sedi i sviraj” Da udaram svoje bongose u pra{ini.Idem na bordel se{n “sedi i sviraj” Da udaram svoje bongose u pra{ini.

Hej krele, kud si po{o s takvom Kosom na glavi? Hej krele, kud si po{o s takvom Kosom na glavi?

Razmrda}u se u malo u diskoteciPa onda ku}i u krevet.Razmrda}u se u malo u dvorani za plesPa onda ku}i u krevet.

Hej bedaku, kud si po{o s tim Perlama oko vrata? Hej bedaku, kud si po{o s tim Perlama oko vrata?

Idem do psihi}a ako mo`e da mi pomogne Imam nervni slom...

(Upravo u ovom trenutku, 2700 mikrogramaSTP (ne{to kao lsd) koju je uzeo cvetni kli-pan neposredno pred sam po~etak pesme,po~iwe da deluje: pred va{im sopstvenimu{ima glava mu je eksplodirala...Ostavqaju}i za sobom jedan bizaran zvu~ni tragna svim va{im tinejxerskim gramofonima)

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Queen

Bohemian Raphsody

Is this the real life, is this just fantasyCaught in a landslide, no escape from reality

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and seeI'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathyBecause I'm easy come, easy go, little high, littlelowAnyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter tome, to me

Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against hishead,Pulled my trigger now he's deadMama, life had just begunBut now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama oooh... Didn't mean to make you cryIf I'm not back again this time tomorrowCarry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come, sends shivers downmy spineBody's aching all the timeGoodbye everybody, I've got to goGotta leave you all behind and face the truthMama oooh (any way the wind blows)I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd neverbeen born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a manScaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fan-dangoThunderbolt and lightning, very very frighteningthing

Galileo (Galileo)Galileo (Galileo)Galileo figaro (Magnifico)

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

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KraqicaBoemska rapsodija

Je li ovo stvaran `ivot ili je ma{tarijaUhva}en u {kripac, bez spasa od stvarnosti

Otvorite o~i, pogledajte ka nebesima ividite Ja sam samo siroma{ak, ne treba mi samilostJer, ja sam tip “kako do{lo, tako pro{lo” ,~as gore, ~as doleOdakle god da vetar duva, meni je svejedno

Mama, samo sam ubio ~oveka, prislonio sammu pi{toq na glavuPovukao okida~ i on je sada mrtav Mama, `ivot je tek po~eo Ali sada sam izgubqen i sve je oti{lo bestraga

Mama, oooh... Nisam `eleo da te raspla~em Ako se ne pojavim sutraIzdr`i, izdr`i, kao da se ne de{ava ni{tabitno

Prekasno, moje vreme je pro{lo, `marci miprolaze niz ki~muSve me telo boli Zbogom svima, moram i}i Moram vas napustiti i suo~iti se saistinom Mama oooh (vetar sve raznosi) Ne `elim da umrem, ponekad po`elim da senikad nisam ni rodio

Vidim malu siletu ~oveka Skaramu{, skaramu{ho}e{ li odigrati flamenko Muwa i udar groma, vrlo vrlo zastra{uju}a stvar Galilej (Galileo) Galilej (Galileo) Galilej Figaro (Magnifiko)

Pa, ja sam samo siroma{ak kog niko ne voli

On je samo siroma{ak iz siroma{neporodice

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SADR@AJ

Deep purpleSmoke on The Water

RollingstonesI ca’n’t get no satisfaction

The BeatlesYesterday

Led ZeppelinStairway to heaven

CreamSunshine of your love

Procol HarumWhiter shade of pale

Pink FloydMoney

Uriah HeepJuly Morning

Stevie WonderSuperstition

Bad CompanySeagull

Leonard Cohen Suzanne

Black Sabbath Sabbath Bloody Sabbath

Eric ClaptonLayla

Free The Hunter

Jethro TullLocomotive Breath

Billy JoelJust The Way You Are

SantanaBlack Magic Woman

Grand Funk RailroadHeartbreaker

Joe CockerWith a little help from my friends

Janis JoplinMercedes Benz

Jimi Hendrix Hey Joe

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Iron ButterflyIn A Gadda Da Vida

WhitesnakeAin't No Love In The Heart

Melanie Safka Beautiful People

Joan BaezDiamonds And Rust

Emerson, Lake & PalmerLucky Man

NazarethLove Hurts

Bob Marley And Wailers No Woman No Cry

Steve Harley And Cockney RebelSebastian

Elton John Candle In The Wind

Zz TopBlue Jean Blues

J.J. CaleCocaine

Allman Brothers Band - Ramblin Man

DoorsRiders On The Storm

Bob DylanBlowin' In The Wind

Animals The House Of The Rising Sun

The WhoPinball Wizard

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