Gibonni - Zivot me umorio

Tired Of Living

 

It’s my turn to get up at five
in queue for bread I’m waiting for dawn
It’s your turn to say a word or two
to give them to me instead of comfort

I’m tired of living, and you are my light
what have I fought for, alone, without your love

Night after night, day after day
half a spoon of cold soup for our lips
and you, you will say that I am still me
everything that you ever wanted

If I say that I can’t do it, if I stumble
and if the rains bend me
no matter what, I’ll be praying for you