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Ne mogu da verujem da ovu legendu jos niko nije prezentovao u ovom forumu... Velika steta, ali odmah to ispravljam... 
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Night Ride Across the Caucasus
by Loreena McKennitt
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Ride on Through the night Ride on
There are visions, there are memories
There are echoes of thundering hooves
There are fires, there is laughter
There's the sound of a thousand doves
In the velvet of the darkness
By the silhouette of silent trees
they are watching waiting
They are witnessing life's mysteries
Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
They are dancing as far as the sea
Riding o'er the land, you can feel its gentle hand
Leading on to its destiny
Take me with you on this journey
Where the boundaries of time are now tossed
In cathedrals of the forest
In the words of the tongues now lost
Find the answers, ask the questions
Find the roots of an ancient tree
Take me dancing, take me singing
I'll ride on till the moon meets the sea
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Skellig
by Loreena McKennitt
Oh, light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For the night is very long
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along
I joined the brotherhood My books were all to me
I scribed the words of God
And much of history
Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory
I'd hear the ocean breathe
Exhale upon the shore
I knew the tempest's blood
Its wrath I would endure
And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well
And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani
And many a year it took
Till I arrived here with thee
On dusty roads I walked
And over mountains high
Through rivers running deep
Beneath the endless sky
Beneath these jasmine flowers
Amidst these cypress trees
I give you now my books
And all their mysteries
Now take the hourglass
And turn it on its head
For when the sands are still
'Tis then you'll find me dead
Oh, light the candle, John
The daylight is almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
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Registruj se da bi učestvovao u diskusiji. Registrovanim korisnicima se NE prikazuju reklame unutar poruka.
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Poslao: 21 Jul 2005 09:17
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@zo
Nema na cemu, uvek!
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Poslao: 21 Jul 2005 14:31
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ljubicasta ::ona je prava vestica, prelepa je i ume da napravi magiju....
Totalno se slazem! 
A magije baca kroz stihove, to je evidentno. Kad sam prvi put cuo "Night Ride Across the Caucasus", a to je bilo u odjavnoj spici filma "Soldier" sa Kurt Raselom, sedeo sam i gledao imena montazera, sefova rasvete, malih od palube, druge postave, trece rezerve, sminkere mr. Rusell-a... sve da bih video koja je pesma u pitanju negde pred kraj spice... A pesma me je toliko omadjijala da sam zaboravio da vidim kako se zove!! Posle sam Googlao za pesmom... I tako...
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Poslao: 21 Jul 2005 15:24
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- Black Orchid
- Na pola puta...
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Imam, volim, i mudro ccutim... pardon, ccutah... 
Ako zatreba neshto od L. McKennit... javljajte...
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Poslao: 21 Jul 2005 17:27
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- Little Mermaid
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Moram da dodam moje dve omiljne:
Dickens' Dublin
I walk the streets of Dublin town
It's 1842.
It's snowing on this Christmas Eve
Think I'll beg another bob or two
I'll huddle in this doorway here
Till someone comes along
If the lamp lighter comes real soon
Maybe I'll go home with him.
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own.
The horses on the cobbled stones pass by
Think I'll get one one fine day
Riding to the country side
And very far away
Now as the daylight disappears
I best find a place to sleep
Think I'll slip into the bell tower
In the church just down the street
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own.
Maybe on the way I'll find the dog
I saw the other night
And tuck him underneath my jacket,
So we'll stay warm through the night
As we lie in the bell tower high
And dream of days to come
The bells o'er head will call the hour
The day we will find a home.
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own.
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own.
All Souls Night
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.
Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
And dancing till the next sunrise.
I can see the lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night.
Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high
The green knight holds the holly bush
To mark where the old year passes by.
I can see the lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night.
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.
Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me.
I can see the lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night.
I can see the lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night.
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Poslao: 21 Jul 2005 22:40
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wow!mislila sam da niko ne slusa Lorenu!!!
Ima najlepsi glas na svetu pored devojke iz Madredeus-a
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Poslao: 25 Jul 2005 17:43
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Predivna muzika
Pre par meseci sam dobio MP3 i od tada se ne odvajam od keltske muzike.Thanks my witch :wub:
Omiljene su mi La Serenissima, All Souls Night i Tango To Evora 
Skellig
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For the night is very long
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along
I joined the brotherhood My books were all to me
I scribed the words of God
And much of history
Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory
I'd hear the ocean breathe
Exhale upon the shore
I knew the tempest's blood
Its wrath I would endure
And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well
And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani
And many a year it took
Till I arrived here with thee
On dusty roads I walked
And over mountains high
Through rivers running deep
Beneath the endless sky
Beneath these jasmine flowers
Amidst these cypress trees
I give you now my books
And all their mysteries
Now take the hourglass
And turn it on its head
For when the sands are still
'Tis then you'll find me dead
O light the candle, John
The daylight is almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
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