And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.
For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.
For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.
Potrebno je:
500 gr svijezh rajcica (u zimi moze i konzerva)
1 glavica luka
1 rezanj cesnjaka
3 zlice brasna
Knorr kocka
500 dcl vode
svezanj majcine dusice
sol i papar
maslinovo ulje
1 zlica maslaca
1 zlicica secera
Na maslacu i maslinovom ulju zazutiti luk i cesnjak, dodati brasno i promjesati. Dodati vodu u kojoj ste razmutili kocku Knorr (pilecu ili od povrca, kako zelite), secer, rajcice narezane na kockice, sol i papar po zelji, te svezanj majcine dusice.Na laganoj vatri ostavirti da zavrije, te povremeno promjesati. Ostaviti da se kuha cca 20-tak minuta. Izvaditi majcinu dusicu i stapnim mikserom sve usitniti u kasicu.
Ovo je moja ulaznica za igricu "Ajme, koliko nas je..", te recept saljem Lakoj kuharici koja je za ovaj mjesec odabrala majcinu dusicu.
Draga mi je ova pjesma i još mi je draže što si bijeli niz završila finom juhom od pumidora, mojom najdražom juhom
OdgovoriIzbrišidivna ulaznica! :)
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OdgovoriIzbrišiSavršeno. Sa stilom. To si ti...
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OdgovoriIzbrišiSavršeno skladan post, čak i dok čujem Pistolse a ne Sinatru :)