Friday, December 26, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
My little one...
When day time still remains to get away
In my dreams i pray
One more time to see your face again,
That i will follow way.
Just one more time to see your eyes
Then you can go down to sleep
Just once to hold you,
That i will follow way.
You said: my little one don`t you cry
There was no time for me to say goodbye
A force beyond my choice was calling me
It was my destiny.
So many things more i need to do
Then if it looks like it`s stealing me from you
You got it always deep down in your heard
That we will never be apart.
Memories are always here to stay,
You gonna be holding on
You gotta be strong
That i will follow way
Just one more time to see your eyes
And i leave go down to sleep
You are too young
That i will follow way.
I`ll dry these tears, chase these fears this road you need to take
And angels are showing you the way
You wake up now in another world
But the promise you won`t brake
You`ll be watching me every step i take.
You said: my little one don`t you cry
There was no time for me to say goodbye
A force beyond my choice was calling me
It was my destiny.
So many things more i need to do
Then if it looks like it`s stealing me from you
You got it always deep down in your heard
In my dreams i pray
One more time to see your face again,
That i will follow way.
Just one more time to see your eyes
Then you can go down to sleep
Just once to hold you,
That i will follow way.
You said: my little one don`t you cry
There was no time for me to say goodbye
A force beyond my choice was calling me
It was my destiny.
So many things more i need to do
Then if it looks like it`s stealing me from you
You got it always deep down in your heard
That we will never be apart.
Memories are always here to stay,
You gonna be holding on
You gotta be strong
That i will follow way
Just one more time to see your eyes
And i leave go down to sleep
You are too young
That i will follow way.
I`ll dry these tears, chase these fears this road you need to take
And angels are showing you the way
You wake up now in another world
But the promise you won`t brake
You`ll be watching me every step i take.
You said: my little one don`t you cry
There was no time for me to say goodbye
A force beyond my choice was calling me
It was my destiny.
So many things more i need to do
Then if it looks like it`s stealing me from you
You got it always deep down in your heard
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Coming home
How can I connect with these people, how can I
How can I tell who is friend or foe
Who will call me Bulgarian, Greek or non existent
Or embrace me as their own
Who will challenge, argue or deny me
Professing, to know more about me, than I, myself
Forcing me to instantly, brace myself
Against well known hurt, as now
It is not the prodigal daughter, returning to Ellada
With a false face, smile and heart
But a banished child of Macedonia, home
To pay homage, to my mother
The language here is foreign
Alien, inconsistent with the land
I strain to here something familiar
Native to my land
Time has passed, the weakened are now stronger
I see, I see, I see
The truth, will eventually surface
And it will set, Macedonia, free
By Lita G.
Lita is a Macedonian, born in Aegean Macedonia, now living in Australia. Lita remembers that, as a kid, she and other Macedonian kids were forced to learn Greek right from the first day in school, and that it was forbidden to speak Macedonian language.
How can I tell who is friend or foe
Who will call me Bulgarian, Greek or non existent
Or embrace me as their own
Who will challenge, argue or deny me
Professing, to know more about me, than I, myself
Forcing me to instantly, brace myself
Against well known hurt, as now
It is not the prodigal daughter, returning to Ellada
With a false face, smile and heart
But a banished child of Macedonia, home
To pay homage, to my mother
The language here is foreign
Alien, inconsistent with the land
I strain to here something familiar
Native to my land
Time has passed, the weakened are now stronger
I see, I see, I see
The truth, will eventually surface
And it will set, Macedonia, free
By Lita G.
Lita is a Macedonian, born in Aegean Macedonia, now living in Australia. Lita remembers that, as a kid, she and other Macedonian kids were forced to learn Greek right from the first day in school, and that it was forbidden to speak Macedonian language.
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