Tag: writing
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Tu no me conoces a Mi (Македонска Верзија)
Ти не ме знаеш (познаваш) мене Ниту работите коишто сум ги видела јас Ни сè што почувствував Ниту како се изгубив Ти не знаеш која сум јас Не знаеш за мојата болка Ти не знаеш како јас продолжувам Со љубов во моето срце Ти не ме познаваш мене И никогаш нема да ме запознаеш Бидејќи…
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Tu no me conoces a Mi (English Version)
You don’t know who I am Yo don’t know what I’ve seen Yo don’t know what I felt And how I lost myself within Yo don’t know who I am You don’t know about my pain You don’t know how I continue with love in my veins ( my heart ) You don’t know who…
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Tu no me conoces a Mi
Tu no me conoces a mí Ni las cosas que yo vi Ni todo que sentí Ni como me perdí Tu no sabes quién soy yo No sabes de mi dolor Tu no sabes cómo yo Sigo con mi amor Tu no me conoces a mí Y nunca vas a conocer Porque yo tampoco me…
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I wish I had my pen
I wish I had my pen To show you what I can Write to say, when I can’t stay In your presence, not one day Words I have I don’t know yet How to speak them How to breath them Back-to-back I wish I had my pen To show you what I can Write and…
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Coffee
Take a sip of the coffee Made from hands who are not free Enjoy your view from that low seat You fall for the illusion of the blue sea. The documents, all ready Your mind, not steady The break, a mercy that saves you All the other hours just break you. You did everything right?…
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Real Reason
It’s continued… You think is some insomnia thing I have? I think I just don’t want this to end. The dreams are to be reality. Afraid not to be. I finally see that has always been just me. I knew this before, but now I know a bit more. The goals and the illusions are…
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Unwanted
Not being wanted? Oh, how much I know that. Not because I was wrong then, but only I loved them. Left in the unknown when, only you want them. At least something to get when, they refused to accept me back then, and, nothings healed, it was worst, it came to a big end. Not…
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The Cloud
Do you seem him? The Cloud. Has many thoughts in his mind. When rain comes, he drops them down. There are many thoughts in this cloud. Heavy they are for him as well. The big clouds also can’t handle them. So how do you think he feels when, this whole month is just raining, like…
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Депресија
Ако нисмо свесни за своју љубав и лепоту, следечи начин да изаџемо из депресије је користечи љубав коју осечамо према другима. Ако мислимо да смо потребни да хи волимо, остачемо. А можда, не желимо више да они пату, па одемо… А можда, дали ми или неко други не види да себе или њих волимо. А…
