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Godinava oskarive ke gi pamtam po muzikata.
Iako gi pisav moite favoriti, muzikata vo call me by your name rasturi isto, so denovi cela muzika vise..
Iako zasluzeno zede shape, greenwod, zimmer, ovaa gore... nitu eden ne kiksna
Iako gi pisav moite favoriti, muzikata vo call me by your name rasturi isto, so denovi cela muzika vise..
Iako zasluzeno zede shape, greenwod, zimmer, ovaa gore... nitu eden ne kiksna
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Доктор Живаго 1965
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Only Yesterday (1991)
THE ROSE
Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor That leaves the soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, An endless, aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, And you, its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember, in the winter, Far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies the seed that with the sun's love, In the spring, becomes the rose.
Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor That leaves the soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, An endless, aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, And you, its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember, in the winter, Far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies the seed that with the sun's love, In the spring, becomes the rose.
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Стајте слушалки, пуштајте песнава и затворете очи, особено ако е вечерно време. 5 секунди поминвуаат и одма имам некое језиво чувство дека има некој позади мене... Брутална инструменталка.
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