God Bless America!

[_angel_]

God bless America.
A land of democracy.
A place where we are free.
A place that's endured a tragedy.

God bless America,
and those who have passed.
God bless the people of New York. (wlacznie z Egon-em Mr.Conti i Kingfish-em)
It has all happened so fast.


God bless America,
as we try to put our feelings into words.
With images so shocking,
the mind can't comprehend.

God bless America,
a land with people who are so giving,
where people are risking their lives
to save their friends and perfect strangers.

God bless America,
whose people won't allow terrorists
to destroy our country
and our spirit.

[Gość: MR.CONTI]

ANGEL TY KOCHANY ANIOLKU, NARESZCIE MNIE ZROZUMIALES.

PS
TWUJ ANGIELSKI JEST MI LATWIEJ CZYTAC NISZ TWUJ POLAMANY POLSKI:)PRACUJ NAD
SWOJOM POLSKOM ORTOGRAFIOM.

_angel_ napisał(a):

> God bless America.
> A land of democracy.
> A place where we are free.
> A place that's endured a tragedy.
>
> God bless America,
> and those who have passed.
> God bless the people of New York. (wlacznie z Egon-em Mr.Conti i Kingfish-em)
> It has all happened so fast.
>
>
> God bless America,
> as we try to put our feelings into words.
> With images so shocking,
> the mind can't comprehend.
>
> God bless America,
> a land with people who are so giving,
> where people are risking their lives
> to save their friends and perfect strangers.
>
> God bless America,
> whose people won't allow terrorists
> to destroy our country
> and our spirit.
>
>

a teraz Wam ladnie zaspiewam

[_angel_]

Gość portalu: MR.CONTI napisał(a):

> ANGEL TY KOCHANY ANIOLKU, NARESZCIE MNIE ZROZUMIALES.
>
> PS
> TWUJ ANGIELSKI JEST MI LATWIEJ CZYTAC NISZ TWUJ POLAMANY POLSKI:)PRACUJ NAD
> SWOJOM POLSKOM ORTOGRAFIOM.


This land is your land,
This land is my land,
From California
To the New York Island,
From the redwood forest,
To the Gulf stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.

As I was walking,
That ribbon of highway,
I saw above me
That endless skyway,
I saw below me
That golden valley.
This land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled
And I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

The sun comes shining
As I was strolling
The wheat fields waving
And the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

As I was walkin'
I saw a sign there
And that sign said no trespassin'
But on the other side
It didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

In the squares of the city
In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office
I see my people
And some are grumblin'
And some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.

Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking
That freedom highway
Nobody living can make me turn back
This land was made for you and me

[Gość: MR.CONTI]

JA JUZ WSTALEM I RENKE NA SERCU TSZYMA. DAWAJ, SPIEWAJ!!!!!!!


_angel_ napisał(a):

> Gość portalu: MR.CONTI napisał(a):
>
> > ANGEL TY KOCHANY ANIOLKU, NARESZCIE MNIE ZROZUMIALES.
> >
> > PS
> > TWUJ ANGIELSKI JEST MI LATWIEJ CZYTAC NISZ TWUJ POLAMANY POLSKI:)PRACUJ NA
> D
> > SWOJOM POLSKOM ORTOGRAFIOM.
>
>
> This land is your land,
> This land is my land,
> From California
> To the New York Island,
> From the redwood forest,
> To the Gulf stream waters,
> This land was made for you and me.
>
> As I was walking,
> That ribbon of highway,
> I saw above me
> That endless skyway,
> I saw below me
> That golden valley.
> This land was made for you and me
>
> I've roamed and rambled
> And I've followed my footsteps
> To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
> And all around me a voice was sounding
> This land was made for you and me
>
> The sun comes shining
> As I was strolling
> The wheat fields waving
> And the dust clouds rolling
> The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
> This land was made for you and me
>
> As I was walkin'
> I saw a sign there
> And that sign said no trespassin'
> But on the other side
> It didn't say nothin!
> Now that side was made for you and me!
>
> In the squares of the city
> In the shadow of the steeple
> Near the relief office
> I see my people
> And some are grumblin'
> And some are wonderin'
> If this land's still made for you and me.
>
> Nobody living can ever stop me
> As I go walking
> That freedom highway
> Nobody living can make me turn back
> This land was made for you and me
>
>
>

[_angel_]

Gość portalu: MR.CONTI napisał(a):

> JA JUZ WSTALEM I RENKE NA SERCU TSZYMA. DAWAJ, SPIEWAJ!!!!!!!
>
wait...musze przeplukac gardelko!

[kochanka]

Angel, ty tak ładnie śpiewasz że nawet nie jestem już pewna czy ty jesteś
chłopcem czy dziewczynką?

kochanka


_angel_ napisał(a):

> Gość portalu: MR.CONTI napisał(a):
>
> > ANGEL TY KOCHANY ANIOLKU, NARESZCIE MNIE ZROZUMIALES.
> >
> > PS
> > TWUJ ANGIELSKI JEST MI LATWIEJ CZYTAC NISZ TWUJ POLAMANY POLSKI:)PRACUJ NA
> D
> > SWOJOM POLSKOM ORTOGRAFIOM.
>
>
> This land is your land,
> This land is my land,
> From California
> To the New York Island,
> From the redwood forest,
> To the Gulf stream waters,
> This land was made for you and me.
>
> As I was walking,
> That ribbon of highway,
> I saw above me
> That endless skyway,
> I saw below me
> That golden valley.
> This land was made for you and me
>
> I've roamed and rambled
> And I've followed my footsteps
> To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
> And all around me a voice was sounding
> This land was made for you and me
>
> The sun comes shining
> As I was strolling
> The wheat fields waving
> And the dust clouds rolling
> The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
> This land was made for you and me
>
> As I was walkin'
> I saw a sign there
> And that sign said no trespassin'
> But on the other side
> It didn't say nothin!
> Now that side was made for you and me!
>
> In the squares of the city
> In the shadow of the steeple
> Near the relief office
> I see my people
> And some are grumblin'
> And some are wonderin'
> If this land's still made for you and me.
>
> Nobody living can ever stop me
> As I go walking
> That freedom highway
> Nobody living can make me turn back
> This land was made for you and me
>
>
>

[_angel_]

kochanka napisał(a):

> Angel, ty tak ładnie śpiewasz że nawet nie jestem już pewna czy ty jesteś
> chłopcem czy dziewczynką?
>
> kochanka
>
>
nie tylko Ty jedna...ja qrwa tez nie wiem a rodzice mi nie chca powiedziec
kogo "zrobili"

America the Beautiful!

[_angel_]

Conti...wystarczy ze teras pomaharz horagiefka

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!

O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!

O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!

[Gość: MR.CONTI]

PSZESTAN ANGEL BO JA JUZ PLACZEM...........


_angel_ napisał(a):

> Conti...wystarczy ze teras pomaharz horagiefka
>
> O beautiful for spacious skies,
> For amber waves of grain,
> For purple mountain majesties
> Above the fruited plain!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> And crown thy good with brotherhood
> From sea to shining sea!
>
> O beautiful for pilgrim feet
> Whose stern impassioned stress
> A thoroughfare of freedom beat
> Across the wilderness!
> America! America!
> God mend thine every flaw,
> Confirm thy soul in self-control,
> Thy liberty in law!
>
> O beautiful for heroes proved
> In liberating strife.
> Who more than self their country loved
> And mercy more than life!
> America! America!
> May God thy gold refine
> Till all success be nobleness
> And every gain divine!
>
> O beautiful for patriot dream
> That sees beyond the years
> Thine alabaster cities gleam
> Undimmed by human tears!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> And crown thy good with brotherhood
> From sea to shining sea!
>
> O beautiful for halcyon skies,
> For amber waves of grain,
> For purple mountain majesties
> Above the enameled plain!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> Till souls wax fair as earth and air
> And music-hearted sea!
>
> O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
> Whose stem impassioned stress
> A thoroughfare for freedom beat
> Across the wilderness!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> Till paths be wrought through
> wilds of thought
> By pilgrim foot and knee!
>
> O beautiful for glory-tale
> Of liberating strife
> When once and twice,
> for man's avail
> Men lavished precious life!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> Till selfish gain no longer stain
> The banner of the free!
>
> O beautiful for patriot dream
> That sees beyond the years
> Thine alabaster cities gleam
> Undimmed by human tears!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> Till nobler men keep once again
> Thy whiter jubilee!
>
>

[_angel_]

Gość portalu: MR.CONTI napisał(a):

> PSZESTAN ANGEL BO JA JUZ PLACZEM...........
>
Nie placz kiedy odjade...sercem bede przy Tobie( delej qrwa nie pamietam)
a gdzie goldfisz i Egon?...qrwa rodacy...czlowiek tu chrypnie a Oni w dupie to
maja !!!

Conti...

[_angel_]

Gość portalu: MR.CONTI napisał(a):

> PSZESTAN ANGEL BO JA JUZ PLACZEM...........

...to na pocieszenie...otrzyj lzy

Jeszcze Polska nie zgineła,
Kiedy my żyjemy.
Co nam obca przemoc wzieła,
Szablą odbierzemy.


Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski,

Z ziemi włoskiej do Polski,

Za twoim przewodem

Złaczym się z narodem.


Przejdziem Wisłe, przejdziem Warte,
Będziem Polakami,
Dał nam przykład Bonaparte,
Jak zwyciężać mamy.

Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski...


Jak Czarniecki do Poznania
Po szwedzkim zaborze,
Dla ojczyzny ratowania
Wracał się przez morze.


Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski...


Mówił ojciec do swej Basi
Cały zapłakany:
"Słuchaj jeno, pono nasi
Biją w tarabany."


Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski...

[Gość: Zsypek]

teras to i jam placzem...


_angel_ napisał(a):

> Gość portalu: MR.CONTI napisał(a):
>
> > PSZESTAN ANGEL BO JA JUZ PLACZEM...........
>
> ...to na pocieszenie...otrzyj lzy
>
> Jeszcze Polska nie zgineła,
> Kiedy my żyjemy.
> Co nam obca przemoc wzieła,
> Szablą odbierzemy.
>
>
> Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski,
>
> Z ziemi włoskiej do Polski,
>
> Za twoim przewodem
>
> Złaczym się z narodem.
>
>
> Przejdziem Wisłe, przejdziem Warte,
> Będziem Polakami,
> Dał nam przykład Bonaparte,
> Jak zwyciężać mamy.
>
> Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski...
>
>
> Jak Czarniecki do Poznania
> Po szwedzkim zaborze,
> Dla ojczyzny ratowania
> Wracał się przez morze.
>
>
> Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski...
>
>
> Mówił ojciec do swej Basi
> Cały zapłakany:
> "Słuchaj jeno, pono nasi
> Biją w tarabany."
>
>
> Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski...

[Gość: U]

Gość portalu: MR.CONTI napisał(a):

> PSZESTAN ANGEL BO JA JUZ PLACZEM...........
>
>
> _angel_ napisał(a):
>
> > Conti...wystarczy ze teras pomaharz horagiefka
> >
> > O beautiful for spacious skies,
> > For amber waves of grain,
> > For purple mountain majesties
> > Above the fruited plain!
> > America! America!
> > God shed his grace on thee
> > And crown thy good with brotherhood
> > From sea to shining sea!
> >
> > O beautiful for pilgrim feet
> > Whose stern impassioned stress
> > A thoroughfare of freedom beat
> > Across the wilderness!
> > America! America!
> > God mend thine every flaw,
> > Confirm thy soul in self-control,
> > Thy liberty in law!
> >
> > O beautiful for heroes proved
> > In liberating strife.
> > Who more than self their country loved
> > And mercy more than life!
> > America! America!
> > May God thy gold refine
> > Till all success be nobleness
> > And every gain divine!
> >
> > O beautiful for patriot dream
> > That sees beyond the years
> > Thine alabaster cities gleam
> > Undimmed by human tears!
> > America! America!
> > God shed his grace on thee
> > And crown thy good with brotherhood
> > From sea to shining sea!
> >
> > O beautiful for halcyon skies,
> > For amber waves of grain,
> > For purple mountain majesties
> > Above the enameled plain!
> > America! America!
> > God shed his grace on thee
> > Till souls wax fair as earth and air
> > And music-hearted sea!
> >
> > O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
> > Whose stem impassioned stress
> > A thoroughfare for freedom beat
> > Across the wilderness!
> > America! America!
> > God shed his grace on thee
> > Till paths be wrought through
> > wilds of thought
> > By pilgrim foot and knee!
> >
> > O beautiful for glory-tale
> > Of liberating strife
> > When once and twice,
> > for man's avail
> > Men lavished precious life!
> > America! America!
> > God shed his grace on thee
> > Till selfish gain no longer stain
> > The banner of the free!
> >
> > O beautiful for patriot dream
> > That sees beyond the years
> > Thine alabaster cities gleam
> > Undimmed by human tears!
> > America! America!
> > God shed his grace on thee
> > Till nobler men keep once again
> > Thy whiter jubilee!
> >
> >
>

Wyklety powstan ludu ziemi
Powstancie,ktorych dreczy glod....itd

Our Angel!!!

[Gość: Egon]

_angel_ napisał(a):

> Conti...wystarczy ze teras pomaharz horagiefka
>
> O beautiful for spacious skies,
> For amber waves of grain,
> For purple mountain majesties
> Above the fruited plain!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> And crown thy good with brotherhood
> From sea to shining sea!
>
> O beautiful for pilgrim feet
> Whose stern impassioned stress
> A thoroughfare of freedom beat
> Across the wilderness!
> America! America!
> God mend thine every flaw,
> Confirm thy soul in self-control,
> Thy liberty in law!
>
> O beautiful for heroes proved
> In liberating strife.
> Who more than self their country loved
> And mercy more than life!
> America! America!
> May God thy gold refine
> Till all success be nobleness
> And every gain divine!
>
> O beautiful for patriot dream
> That sees beyond the years
> Thine alabaster cities gleam
> Undimmed by human tears!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> And crown thy good with brotherhood
> From sea to shining sea!
>
> O beautiful for halcyon skies,
> For amber waves of grain,
> For purple mountain majesties
> Above the enameled plain!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> Till souls wax fair as earth and air
> And music-hearted sea!
>
> O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
> Whose stem impassioned stress
> A thoroughfare for freedom beat
> Across the wilderness!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> Till paths be wrought through
> wilds of thought
> By pilgrim foot and knee!
>
> O beautiful for glory-tale
> Of liberating strife
> When once and twice,
> for man's avail
> Men lavished precious life!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> Till selfish gain no longer stain
> The banner of the free!
>
> O beautiful for patriot dream
> That sees beyond the years
> Thine alabaster cities gleam
> Undimmed by human tears!
> America! America!
> God shed his grace on thee
> Till nobler men keep once again
> Thy whiter jubilee!
>
>

GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR RELATIVES!!! GOD BLESS US!!! GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!

[_angel_]

Gość portalu: Egon napisał(a):

> GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR RELATIVES!!! GOD BLESS US!!! GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!

GOD BLESS USA!!!

Zebyscie troche odpoczeli od tego spiewania

[Gość: Zsypek]

Ponizej zalaczam probke patriotyzmu proza. Afganska kobieta w Great Britain,
ale "po linii".

I feel like somebody has cursed my nation.

...There are problems every where. I spoke to my father the other night. He and
my sixteen years old brother were arrested by the Pakistani police for no
apparent reason. They both have passport and visas and they are living legally
in Pakistan. They had to give money to get themselves freed. But who cares!
They are Afghans and they are meant to be troubled!

My grandmother started crying on the phone. She was telling me about the Al
Jazeera television channel that has been showing horrible footage of war. I
tried to comfort her.

But the next day I got to see the channel myself. It was horrible, the dignity
and honour of the dead were totally ignored. The images of little dead bodies
were shown over and over again in what looked to me as propaganda to spread
more hatred. How would somebody feel by looking at those images?

I read the news about the thousands of Pakistanis and later British Muslims
going to Afghanistan for the Holy War. It makes me angry to death. When the
Afghan war was in the hands of us Afghans, we were to blame but what about now?
There are Pakistanis and others volunteering to use Afghanistan to show off
their fighting skills. AND there is Osama, not an Afghan, being the cause of
all this misery.

I watched Panorama on BBC television. They had gathered a number of Americans
from New York and they had a bunch of Pakistanis in Islamabad. They were there
supposedly to have a debate on the Afghan/ American issue. What I could not
understand was why were pure Pakistanis representing us Afghans? Why does media
and the international community give attention to the percentage of Pakistanis
who support Taliban? They are not living under the Taliban rule, they have not
suffered.

A teraz ja wam pospiewam

[Gość: Zsypek]

Rozproszeni po wszem świecie,
gnani w obce wojny,
zgromadziliśmy się przecie
w jedno kółko zbrojne.

Marsz, marsz Polonia,
Nasz dzielny narodzie,
Odpoczniemy po swej pracy
W ojczystej zagrodzie.

Kiedy zagrzmi trąbka nasza,
pocwałują konie.
Sławą polskiego pałasza
zabrzmią nasze błonie.

Marsz, marsz Polonia ...

Nad królewski gród zhańbiony
wzleci orlę białe.
Hukną działa, jękną dzwony,
Polakom na chwałę.

Marsz, marsz Polonia ...

[Gość: Zsypek]

Ty godnie odpowiesz - o to się nie troszczę,
Że jesteś mężczyzną - tego ci zazdroszczę,
Ty znasz moje serce, ty znasz moją duszę.
Żem nie zdolna walczyć, tyleż cierpieć muszę.

Nie mów o rozpaczy, bo to słabość duszy,
Bo mię tylko jarzmo mego kraju wzruszy.
Gdzie bądź się spotkamy, spotkamy się przecie:
Zawsze Polakami, chociaż w innym świecie"!

[Gość: Zsypek]

A to chwilowo ostatni kawalek, specjalnie dla Angela i Mr. Conti:



Naszym braciom dopomagaj,

Nieprzyjaciół naszych smagaj.

Hu, ha! Wiatr gra!

Krew gra! Wiatr gra!

Niechaj Polska zna,

Jakich synów ma!

[_angel_]

Gość portalu: Zsypek napisał(a):

> A to chwilowo ostatni kawalek, specjalnie dla Angela i Mr. Conti:
>
>
>
> Naszym braciom dopomagaj,
>
> Nieprzyjaciół naszych smagaj.
>
> Hu, ha! Wiatr gra!
>
> Krew gra! Wiatr gra!
>
> Niechaj Polska zna,
>
> Jakich synów ma!

oh...thanks rodaku

Ja wam, rodacy, swe serce na tacy!

[Gość: Zsypek]

POLSKA

[_angel_]

– Polska!

– co znaczy: czy to tylko słowo,

może dźwięk pusty zaklęty w literze?

– Polska!

– co znaczy? Czy to cierń na sercu,

duma bolesna i pamięci rana?

***

– Krew i cierpienie, ta wielość pokoleń;

imiona znane i te, które padły

w krzyku ostatnim: – Jeszcze nie zginęła! –

z ust, z których życie uchodziło z tchnieniem

w mgle dziejów gasnąc jakby bezimiennie.

– Ja Je pamiętam, lecz nie znam jak brzmiały;

Bóg Je zachował i kiedyś oznajmi,

bo przecież Jemu u ołtarzy legły!

***

– Polska!

– to z głębi największej otchłani

wyrwie się ogniem i pożar roznieci!

Uderzy w serca! – wszak uderzyć musi!

– Polska!

– nic tego okrzyku nie zdusi!

A TO POLSKA WLASNIE

[Gość: Zsypek]

POETA

Po calym swiecie
mozesz szukac Polski, panno mloda,
nigdzie jej nie najdziecie.


PANNA MLODA

To moze i szukac szkoda.


POETA

A jest jedna mala klatka -
o, niech tak Jagusia przymknie
reke pod piers.


PANNA MLODA

To zakladka
gorseta, zeszyta troche przyciasnie.


POETA

- - - A tam puka?


PANNA MLODA

I coz za tako nauka?
Serce - ! - ?


POETA

A to Polska wlasnie.


Stanislaw Wyspianski, "Wesele"

[Gość: U]

_angel_ napisał(a):

> God bless America.
> A land of democracy.
> A place where we are free.
> A place that's endured a tragedy.
>
> God bless America,
> and those who have passed.
> God bless the people of New York. (wlacznie z Egon-em
Mr.Conti i Kingfish-em)
> It has all happened so fast.
>
>
> God bless America,
> as we try to put our feelings into words.
> With images so shocking,
> the mind can't comprehend.
>
> God bless America,
> a land with people who are so giving,
> where people are risking their lives
> to save their friends and perfect strangers.
>
> God bless America,
> whose people won't allow terrorists
> to destroy our country
> and our spirit.
>
>

Setki umierajacych dzieci w Iraku.Przeorany
Afganistan,obozy glodujacych uchodzcow i tortury w
"jedynej demokracji" na B.Wsch itd....i to jeszcze nie
koniec.....

Mistrzu,twoje pianie o blessing brzmi,jak zgrzyt zelaza
po szkle.................