Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad
It’s just that there’s so much to do
And I’m tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, the old man is telling me something
His eyes are wide and his mouth is thin
And I just can’t hear what he’s saying
Oh Mom, I wonder when I’ll be waking
It’s just that there’s so much to do
And I’m tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, the kids are playing in pennies
They’re up to their knees in money
And the dirt of the churchyard steps
Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining
He tore out a piece of his body
To show us his “clean quilted heart”
Oh Mom, I wonder when I’ll be waking
It’s just that there’s so much to do
And I’m tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, the bird on the string is hanging
Her bones are twisting and dancing
She’s fighting for her small life
Oh Mom, I wonder when I’ll be waking
It’s just that there’s so much to do
And I’m tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, I wonder when I’ll be waking
It’s just that there’s so much to do
And I’m tired of sleeping
Srpski
Umorna od spavanja
Oh mama, snovi nisu tako losi
samo sto ima mnogo toga da se uradi
a i ja sam umorna od spavanja
Oh mama, taj starac mi govori nesto
oci su mu rasirene i usne tanke
I ja jednostavno ne cujem sta kaze
Oh mama, pitam se kada cu prohodati
samo sto ima mnogo toga da se uradi
a i ja sam umorna od spavanja
Oh mama, deca se klade u novcice
do grla u novcu
i prljavstini ckrvenog stepenista
Oh mama, taj covek je pocepao svoju postavu
otkinuo je deo svoga tela
da nam pokaze svoje “cisto vatirano srce”
Oh mama, pitam se kada cu prohodati
samo sto ima mnogo toga da se uradi
a i ja sam umorna od spavanja
Oh mama, ta ptica na zici visi
njene kosti se uvijaju i igraju
Ona se bori za svoj mali zivot
Oh mama, pitam se kada cu prohodati
samo sto ima mnogo toga da se uradi
a i ja sam umorna od spavanja
Oh mama, pitam se kada cu prohodati
samo sto ima mnogo toga da se uradi
i ja sam umorna od spavanja