[هتلر2006]

نقلت شوية قصايد بالانجليزي عجبتني من شوية مواقع يا رب تعجبكم
My friend


When I am hurt
I tell you my pain
When I am lost
You are there to show me the way

When times seem to get rough
You some how seem to show up
We might not get along but we try the best we can
But no matter what we always seem to get throw the bad times

I hope we remain friends
Even when the road starts to end
Lets stay friends like we were from the start
And I mean every word from the heart
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Choices
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind

At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font

I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price

The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware

Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed

Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand

While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground

The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.

Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind

At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font

I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price

The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware

Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed

Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand

While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground

The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.

Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..?

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ودي بقى افضل قصيدة لعام 2005 كتبها طفل افريقي
When I Born, I Black

When I grow up, I Black

When I go in sun, I Black

When I sick, I Black, and

When I die, I still Black

And U White fella,

When u born, u pink

When u grow up, u white

When u go in sun, u red

When u cold, u blue

When u Scared, u yellow

When u sick, u green, and

When u die, u gray

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You calling me coloured

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