Desmond has his barrow in the market place... Molly is the singer in a band... Desmond says to Molly "Girl, I like your face" And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on.
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewelry store... Buys a twenty carat golden ring... (Golden ring) Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door... And as he gives it to her she begins to sing... (Sing) Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on.
In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home, With a couple of kids running in the yard, Of Desmond and Molly Jones... (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Happy ever after in the market place... Desmond lets the children lend a hand... Molly stays at home and does her pretty face... And in the evening she still sings it with the band... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on.
In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home, With a couple of kids running in the yard, Of Desmond and Molly Jones... (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Happy ever after in the market place... Molly lets the children lend a hand... Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face... And in the evening she's a singer with the band... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on.
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Posoljeni zrak i razlivena tinta
Ponekad sam pjan, do uha nasmijan i dusa mi je otvorena knjiga moje nebo je posoljeni zrak, a moje more razlivena tinta kome biti zahvalan, zivote moj
Krenem obalom koju dobro znam samo dva minuta pjesice do luke gdje se djeca igraju, pred nama skrivaju kriju iglom izbodene ruke
Pa opsujem da ne mogu prostije mada odavno sam pobjeg'o iz geta i mjesec iznad nas ima okus hostije a cesta miris izgubljenog svijeta
Ref. Moje nebo sad je posoljeni zrak, a moje more razlivena tinta zato pjevam da ne pojede me mrak jer da nisam ovo ja bih bio biljka kome biti zahvalan, grade moj
Ponekad sam pjan, do uha nasmijan i zivot mi je otvorena prica ja se cesto spotaknem, al' se uvijek docekam ja sam covjek koji nema briga
Ponekad sam pjan, do uha nasmijan i dusa mi je otvorena knjiga moje nebo je posoljeni zrak, a moje more razlivena tinta kome biti zahvalan, zivote moj
Krenem obalom koju dobro znam samo dva minuta pjesice do luke gdje se djeca igraju, pred nama skrivaju kriju iglom izbodene ruke
Pa opsujem da ne mogu prostije mada odavno sam pobjeg'o iz geta i mjesec iznad nas ima okus hostije a cesta miris izgubljenog svijeta
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hehe
josip ima blogggg
(malo čudan) aj nea veze
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a sad odvuci guzicu do mene
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haha pelin je simpatican momak
....perfectious...
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