Evo jedan pokusaj, ja stvarno nisam neki englez...pa mi pomozite..
O Elvis,
I'm so happy nowdays
I have a huge flat in the middle of Manhattan
With Tom Waits
My husband is playing
True, he's a white man
But he's got the soul for the blues
Sometimes
I think of the happy days *
when we ate baklava at my grandmother's place *
Newyork is cold
No friend
No one
To visit on bajram
Why did I have to
Escape
Maybe I could have gotten
A probation? *
No use
Freedom, medications
When they ask you to betray your friends
No one was sadder than me
As I heard
Zijo was dead
The happy times are gone
Today I'm a different woman
Did you dedicate your self to your children
You promised
You'll give my name to your daughter
Make sure they're nice and golden
Don't let 'em become evil drug addicts
O Elvis,
I'm not happy at all
Half of Manhatten had me
My own mother
Would I sell out
For the half of gram
At the end
I wish you luck
Sarajevo I will never see again
So please
When upon the city the rockets are lit
Put your hand on your heart
and rembember me
Letter to Elvis
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