Keep it Street
And our loves in phase
Then you and I
We're not ourselves
And our love it fades
And as the moods begin to turn
And it's only you who's late hey
Allowed to fall into the end
But it's only if you want
Hey
What are you waiting for
What are you waiting for now
What are you waiting for
What are you waiting for now
As we decide what we want
And we get it all and then we'll change
Our minds again
Don't you do as I do
Do as I say and
You'll be OK
Feel the same
And our love you praise
Then you and I
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Klošar
Sem klošar, še sam ne vem od kdaj,
od vekomaj, se mi že zdi,
nè nimam, nè noèem, tako je, pa kaj,
nekako vseen se živi.
Povsod me dovolj je in ni me nikjer,
so klošarske èudne poti,
nenehno me vodi v življenju nemir,
pijaèa pa me umiri.
Vèasih sem tukaj in drugiè drugje,
popivam brez misli in sanj,
nikdar me ne brigajo drugi ljudje
in tudi jaz njim sem neznan.
Že dolgo odrinjen na stranski sem tir,
le veter mi boža obraz,
pokriva nebo me al cajteng papir,
zbudi pa me sonce al mraz.
Ko huda bo zima,
bom zmrznu nekje,
nikomur ne bo nè hudo,
nihèe se ne joèe,
ko klošar umre,
morda je Å¡e bolje tako.
Nikar me ne vprašaj,
kaj krivo je blo,
zakaj in kdaj tak sem postal,
jaz klošar sem bil,
klošar sem zdaj
in klošar bom zmerom ostal.