LYRICS

Life I am sick, sick.
of my life sick, sick.
Taz hand got tired and went away.
I have a lot of money, money.
Drive colorful cars, cars.
House as a palace, I have risen brother.

Chorus:
But pulling me back, back.
Not my other world, the other world.
and bitter that my bread, that bread.
If I’m not in our country.
gypsy, dark, heavy pour me wine.

No ogam and smoke, only smoke.
As the prodigal son.
In the bed of sorrow, I go to bed every night.
not grow in that soil, not growing.
do not bloom in that finger does not bloom.
my chest Cross and soul wound.