srp mog djeda antuna

 
sjetih se danas jednog na poniju u potkošulji vulgaris i njegove teorije o kruhu kao temeljnoj prehrambenoj namirnici koja uvjetuje zdravlje. dok sam kruh žvakala.
 
Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her nose were slightly curved
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well
It took a starry to steal my breath away
Down on the water front
Her hair all drenched in spray
 
dozivjeh saobracajku skoro uz ovo:)

Ideš, đe me nađe s ovom, već mi CD otego papak, fejvorit za cruising po otvorenoj cesti... :)

Vuco - Love and drinking ;) (da, preveo je ONO na engleski :D)