Превод: Цаспа. Љубав не умире никад (леђа за први).
Превод: Луис Алберто Спинета. Тропско Перут.
Casper the friendly ghost The friendliest ghost you know Though grown ups might look in anger and fright The children all love him so Casper the friendly
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other landin' on some other side The radar dome is firin' on me I think I might have lost you somewhere in the ride Between the flatland and the Caspian
?ll never forget What he learned us We were mean to him But he never burnt us And love lives forever Thank you, Casper the friendly ghost Thank you, Casper
Gee whiz, look at his eyes Gee whiz, how they hypnotize He's got everything, a girl could want Man, oh, man, what a prize, ooh Gee whiz, he's all the
Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves Oh, to be Prince Caspian
Who was that on the window ledge? Did he jump or was he pushed? He left a note which no one read In desperate hand the note just said: "Never turn
Some dirty squatters moved into my street With their non sexist haircuts, dirty feet Their dogs, cats, political elite They may have beds but they
Sing a song of violence and listen for the sound All the little soldiers start to come around Start it with a rumour, a whisper in an ear Suspision
I can look in the mirror and not recognize The reflection that is appearing on the other side I know that hat and that coat that shirt and that tie
Rain is floading, the pavement cracks Headlines screaming 'Pay more tax' A girl is crying as she misses her train Weather man is saying "Just a
One, two, three, go I've got an ego It won't let me go And what am I gonna do? A B C D Paranoia's killing me I'm dying on my aching feet What a way to
I am the Great White Hunter And you know I've come to search Just to further human knowledge All for science and research And if by chance I bring
I look out the window and I wonder at it all, Staring at the symbols that decorate the wall, And everybody's calling to come and join them all, But
Who is gonna be one of the crowd Who is gonna be there shouting out loud Who is gonna be hanging around Cheering at a plan, someone's walking all
Well the news is on, I listen all day It's stranger than fiction that they make up these days The music is crap, that the radio plays I know it
