Dobri stari časi

Še en dan, vržen stran... Še en dan, v katerem je bil največji napor spraviti se iz postelje... Še en dan, ko sem se utapljala v spominih in se prepustila nostalgiji ob poslušanju Nirvane... In še en večer, ko mi posledično v glavi odzvanja
Come, as you are, as you were...







Come, as you are:

Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy

Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend
As an old

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria

Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria
(No I don't have a gun)

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun

Memoria, memoria

Oh ja... dobri stari časi...

P.S.: Ogrlica je nastala že pred nekaj dnevi... novejših izdelkov zaradi današnjega celodnevnega lenarjenja še nisem uspela fotografirati.

LP,
Maja Papaja :D