Sunce na konopcu /Sun On A Rope

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

Just another Wrong Star idea. Probably also has something to do with telling Steva the other day how it's weird when four middle-aged men sing Soap On The Rope. Obviously, that inspired only the title, but god forbid, the rest has nothing to do with it. It was written within 3 minutes last night when I was waiting for the second out of three anti-headache pills taken in the last 12 hours to work.

Sunce na konopcu

Imala sam svoje Sunce na konopcu,
jer sam htela da mi neprekidno sija,
jednog dana konopac je iskliznuo
i poletelo je ka nebu.
Uhvatili su ga, sa sve helikopterima,
pa nije baš naučilo da leti,
ali naučilo je da padne,
i svima je poslalo ponešto.
Zatvorili su ga u kavez,
iscepali celu stranicu,
izbrisali sva slova,
i niko više nije mogao da vidi margine.
Tako ti i treba kad hoćeš sopstveno Sunce


Sun On A Rope

Had my own Sun on a rope
Because I wanted it to shine all the time
One day the string slipped
And it flew to the sky
They captured it with helicopters
So it never really learnt to fly
But it learnt to fall
And it sent a little something to all
Then they put it in a cage
And tore out the page,
Wiped out all the letters
And no one could see the margins anymore,
That's what happens when you want your own Sun
Let it slip through you fingers
And your whole world will be gone.

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