Bosnian Rainbows
Worthless
Sister, I feel the rain grow oldSo old and brittle, so old and feebleThe pain is worthlessSister, I feel the rain grow oldSister, I feel the rain grow old and blueBlue like your dead insides, insides!Sister, I've seen the years byMiles of dust sustaining life; so blueBlue like your dead insides, insides, insides...The world is worthlessBut I... I will live... live on!And I live live... live onLive on!
From Letras Mania