MOJA POEZIJA-Valsidal Civonaviz/*/*/*/Ne kradite mi pjesmu!TUGA MI U SRCU,

Što će Vam ove rane,KAD GLEDATE SIROMAHA,A NISTA MU NE DATE!

lažnim ukrasima prikrivene,SU BOLI BJEDE COVJEKA,

i nemirom ispunjena tmina?NECE NIKO DA MU POMOGNE,DOK DRUGI SE BOGATE!

Što će Vam ugasle zvijezde,POLITICARA KOJI,KRADU-

u olovnim oblacima utopljene,NjIHOVE LAZI,ODGOVARAT CE PRED BOGOM KAD LI TADLI,

u trnju zauzdana umiruća zvijer,KOJA SE POLITIKOM ZOVE,PUSTOSI I COVJEKA SIROMASI.,

i zlokobna tišinaOd bjede prekrivena,kad se siromaha gleda,O POLITIKO LOPOVSKA BIT CES OD BOGA SATRVENA.,

Možda u stihove samo,MOGU SVOJE NEZADOVOLjSVO IZRAZITI,

još poneki trzaj života će stati…AKO COVJEKU NE POMOGNEMO ZIVOT SE MOZE BRZO UGASITI-

Ne kradite mi pjesmu!NI SUZE ZALOSNE,SRCE CE MI PUCI-

Sam ću Vam je dati.DA SE UPISE I NEZABORAVI-KAKO LOPOLUKOM POLITIKA SIROTINjU PRAVI-MOLIM BOGA DA BOGATE I POLITICKE LOPOVE BOZIJA RUKA-ZAUVJEK MAKNE!!!Don't steal my song! SADNESS IN MY HEART,

What will these wounds do to you, WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE POOR AND DON'T GIVE HIM ANYTHING!

disguised with false ornaments, ARE THE PAIN OF MAN'S MISERABILITY,

and darkness filled with restlessness? NO ONE WILL HELP HIM, WHILE OTHERS GET RICH!

What will make your stars go out, POLITICIANS WHO STEAL-

drowned in leaden clouds, THEIR LIES, THEY WILL ANSWER BEFORE GOD SOMETIMES,

a dying beast bridled in thorns, WHICH IS CALLED POLITICS, DEsolation AND POOR MAN.,

and ominous silence Covered by misery, when you look at the poor, O POLITICIAN THIEF YOU WILL BE DESTROYED BY GOD.,

Maybe in verses only, I CAN EXPRESS MY DISSATISFACTION,

a few more jolts of life will stop... IF WE DON'T HELP A MAN LIFE CAN QUICKLY EXTINGUISH-

Don't steal my song! EVEN TEARS OF JEALOUSY, MY HEART WILL BREAK-

I'll give it to you myself. SO THAT YOU SIGN UP AND DON'T FORGET-HOW THUG POLITICIANS MAKE THE POOR-I'M BEGGING GOD TO REMOVE THE RICH AND THE POLITICAL THIEVES FOREVER!!!

Valsidal Civonaviz-ZIVANOVIC LADISLAV/**/*/

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MOJA POEZIJA-Valsidal Civonaviz/*/*/*/Ne kradite mi pjesmu!TUGA MI U SRCU,

Što će Vam ove rane,KAD GLEDATE SIROMAHA,A NISTA MU NE DATE!

lažnim ukrasima prikrivene,SU BOLI BJEDE COVJEKA,

i nemirom ispunjena tmina?NECE NIKO DA MU POMOGNE,DOK DRUGI SE BOGATE!

Što će Vam ugasle zvijezde,POLITICARA KOJI,KRADU-

u olovnim oblacima utopljene,NjIHOVE LAZI,ODGOVARAT CE PRED BOGOM KAD LI TADLI,

u trnju zauzdana umiruća zvijer,KOJA SE POLITIKOM ZOVE,PUSTOSI I COVJEKA SIROMASI.,

i zlokobna tišinaOd bjede prekrivena,kad se siromaha gleda,O POLITIKO LOPOVSKA BIT CES OD BOGA SATRVENA.,

Možda u stihove samo,MOGU SVOJE NEZADOVOLjSVO IZRAZITI,

još poneki trzaj života će stati…AKO COVJEKU NE POMOGNEMO ZIVOT SE MOZE BRZO UGASITI-

Ne kradite mi pjesmu!NI SUZE ZALOSNE,SRCE CE MI PUCI-

Sam ću Vam je dati.DA SE UPISE I NEZABORAVI-KAKO LOPOLUKOM POLITIKA SIROTINjU PRAVI-MOLIM BOGA DA BOGATE I POLITICKE LOPOVE BOZIJA RUKA-ZAUVJEK MAKNE!!!Don't steal my song! SADNESS IN MY HEART,

What will these wounds do to you, WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE POOR AND DON'T GIVE HIM ANYTHING!

disguised with false ornaments, ARE THE PAIN OF MAN'S MISERABILITY,

and darkness filled with restlessness? NO ONE WILL HELP HIM, WHILE OTHERS GET RICH!

What will make your stars go out, POLITICIANS WHO STEAL-

drowned in leaden clouds, THEIR LIES, THEY WILL ANSWER BEFORE GOD SOMETIMES,

a dying beast bridled in thorns, WHICH IS CALLED POLITICS, DEsolation AND POOR MAN.,

and ominous silence Covered by misery, when you look at the poor, O POLITICIAN THIEF YOU WILL BE DESTROYED BY GOD.,

Maybe in verses only, I CAN EXPRESS MY DISSATISFACTION,

a few more jolts of life will stop... IF WE DON'T HELP A MAN LIFE CAN QUICKLY EXTINGUISH-

Don't steal my song! EVEN TEARS OF JEALOUSY, MY HEART WILL BREAK-

I'll give it to you myself. SO THAT YOU SIGN UP AND DON'T FORGET-HOW THUG POLITICIANS MAKE THE POOR-I'M BEGGING GOD TO REMOVE THE RICH AND THE POLITICAL THIEVES FOREVER!!!

Valsidal Civonaviz-ZIVANOVIC LADISLAV/*/*/*/