Да не го постирам цел лог, накратко вовед... Го информирав Серпико дека ќе полагам деновиве за возачка, но тоа него страшно го погоди... Се почувствува небезбеден да се шета по скопските улици, since I`m a woman, па го преточи тоа во стихови... :tv:
Иwи says (14:14):
има и други населби што треба да се урбанизираат *теш теш*
Иwи says (14:14):
каде јас не се движам
Боби says (14:16):
For a населба ain't a населба
if it hasn't got
the print of your shoes,
butel shoes with chewing gum on the right
and pieces of smelly-horse-shit
on the left....
Иwи says (14:23):
As much as I cherish your life,
as much as I want you near,
I secretly wish that one day
your footsteps on my street I will hear.
And if that moment i lose control over my car
And wipe you away from the face of Earth,
I`ll be happy to be the one who`ll give you the scar
that will end your life and curse my birth.
Many населби shall cry out your name,
the urbanism without you won`t be the same.
Боби says (14:29):
Take my life
take my bank-account number too
'cause i can't help
crossing the street without you
As no river flows
through the Butel sea
as the pressure on the gas pedale grows,
some blood marks
are ment to be...
Take me up
roll me to the back
'cause i always imagine
if the widow's g-string should be black
Иwи says (14:38):
You must think now I have murder aspirations,
and so it is: it`s been in our family for generations.
I do have a gentle heart, though
And even when you get eaten by worms, I`ll love you so.
You must promice you will never put the blame on me,
All I wanted was the world to see
That not only do I sometimes have wet dreams,
But driving is not always as easy as it seems.
Your blood on my dashboard I will always keep,
to remind me of your grace before I go to sleep.
Not that I won`t miss you, I most definitely will,
But love`s not enough to prevent a woman not to kill.
Боби says (14:48):
My blood wouldnt fade through the years
my blood wouldnt bleach of your tears
my blood will always give horrible fears
to your front seat passengers
my blood cells will be messengers
that no woman can drive a car
while talking on the phone
and eating from a fruit-jar
no woman can comb her hair
no woman can treat the traffic lights like they're not there...
For no other woman
Is You
Иwи says (15:02):
I don`t know how smart it is to speak to a dead man,
But it`s okay, you`re not my first, it happens now and then.
Your death will not discourage me to drive,
although your mom would propably sue me and I`ll get three to five,
But when I come out of jail, with lezbian experience nice and fresh,
The first thing I`ll do is wash my car and get some cash,
I`ll make a trip round the world with one major goal,
To show the world that even if i have a gentle soul,
I can still command a vehicle (only this one didn`t rhyme).
It is time to say goodbye to you and face your abcence for once,
My inspiration has abandoned me, so I`ll give you one chance
To say goodbyе to me and understand how hard it is,
to be a woman in this world. Now, I release you, ghost, peace.
Боби says (15:10):
Release me you cannot, since i'm not yours
i only came to you so you shall feel some fear
for you the time is quick, oh just how quick it goes
for me and thanks to you, eternity's nowhere near
You can have gentle soul and clear thoughts
you can receive the nobel price for peace
but i'll keep on living in your clothes
when your girlfriend sleeps over, i will give her a kiss
and i shaal never ever say goodbye,
for it's the music for my dead heart
to hear you cry
if you promise that you're less superior than men
if you serve for my loss more than 10
if you never take 4 wheels under your command
if you learn there's another stick that's best for your hand
Maybe i'll forgive for giving me face lifting on the зебра
and making a Malibu coctail of my ребра,
As no river flows
through the Butel sea
as the pressure on the gas pedale grows,
some blood marks are meant to be.
Иwи says (15:19):
And now you say you were never mine, you`ll see
that since I took your life, mine you`ll always be,
But it is not weird for men to claim that things are different than they are
And I must dissappoint you about never ever driving a car,
For it`s my passion to bring terror on Скопје`s streets,
although I have principles: no women and no kids
Unfortunately you turned out to be a man
And when you saw me on the road you should have ran
But I understand your frustration and hatred towards me
Now I see why you`re angry as a man can be
But this poem an appropriate ending must have,
It sounds kinda creepy, but after reading it, we`ll laugh.
