БИТЛСИ ПЕРФЕКТНО ОПИШАА МАКЕДОНЕЦ.

He’s a real nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.

Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not where he’s going to,
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man, please listen,
You don’t know what you’re missin’,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

He’s as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?
Nowhere Man, don’t worry,
Take your time, don’t hurry,
Leave it all ’till somebody else lends you a hand.

Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not where he’s going to,
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen,
you don’t know what your missin’
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command

He’s a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.

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Кога сме веќе тука, читател (браво Моте) нè потсети дека Џо Страмер од Клеш (кога беше со Мескалерос) има песна за наш човек, вистински бегалец од Егејска Македонија.

Welcome to Britain in the third Millennium
This is the diary of a Macedonian, Macedonian

He went to Britain in the back of a lorry
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t hurry.”
Said the man with the plan
He said, “If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end.”
If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend
Well, you can levitate you know,
Long as the money’s good you’re in
Or if you really wanna go,
You’ll get there in the endHe had the wooly scarf of Shaktar Donetsk
Nay, the banner of freedom wrung around his neck
Inherited from his father
One of the Ukraine exiles of Yugoslavia
He said, “You’ll get there in the end.”
If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend
Well, you can levitate you know,
Long as the money’s good you’re in
Or if you really wanna go,
You’ll get there in the end

Yo-oh, he got a little postcard
Yo-oh, everybody got a dream
Yo-oh, he always got it with him
Yo-oh, it’s of a nineteen twenty five
Red telephone box with Wembley in the background
Them twin tower vandal-aye

Will he find a two bar heater
Waiting for him in two rooms
Above the cut rate telephone anywhere place
He got off the train in Shadwell, disappeared without trace
He said, “You’ll get there in the end.”
If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend
Well, you can levitate you know
Long as the money’s good you’re in
Or if you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end

Oiling the grinding city underside
Treating each flake of rust all over Humberside
You know a blocked generator
Could cut power to the city system
Well, you’ll get there in the end
Alive or dead my friend
You’ll get there in the end
Alive or dead my friend

If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end
If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend
If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end
If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend
If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end
If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend
If you really wanna go, long as the money’s good you’re in
If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end