It's like carrying the whole world on my shoulders
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and I'm tired of it already,
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I have a hard time dealing with all the problems
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but I don't have to ask who for help.
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It's like carrying the whole world on my shoulders
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and I'm tired of it already,
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I have a hard time dealing with all the problems
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but I don't have to ask who for help.
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Once big dreams and a world in the palm of your hand
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today ordinary people in a rented apartment,
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we carefully keep happiness within four walls
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we fear her constantly so that fear will not betray her.
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We never dreamed it could be like that
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to step deeper and deeper slowly,
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my dreams are still alive, but reality bites them.
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Choke, choke, tear
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all crises over the back have passed and are still passing,
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it takes too long
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I have less, it's getting harder,
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I work even harder.
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These are difficult times and it is not easy for anyone
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ask if I'm happy but don't ask how.
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It's like carrying the whole world on my shoulders
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and I'm tired of it already,
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I have a hard time dealing with all the problems
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but I don't have to ask who for help.
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It's like carrying the whole world on my shoulders
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and I'm tired of it already,
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I have a hard time dealing with all the problems
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but I don't have to ask who for help.
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I'm in the red because of you
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I work to eat,
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I have nothing to put aside,
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and I was not like that.
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I had dreams once,
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once believed in them,
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once upon a time
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find inspiration, write a happy verse.
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He sang happy songs once,
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slap your palm into your palm,
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and today I am looking at where to pay for a sublet apartment;
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to share happiness with one another I knew everything
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I didn't know you once
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I once loved myself.
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It's like carrying the whole world on my shoulders
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and I'm tired of it already,
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I have a hard time dealing with all the problems
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but I don't have to ask who for help.
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It's like carrying the whole world on my shoulders
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and I'm tired of it already,
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I have a hard time dealing with all the problems
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but I don't have to ask who for help.
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I live in my world, in my balloon
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I can't watch people faint anymore,
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I will lift you up, above this misery
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Just don't ask me where my strength comes from.
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I live in my world, in my balloon
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I can't watch people faint anymore,
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I will lift you up, above this misery
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Just don't ask me where my strength comes from.
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It's like carrying the whole world on my shoulders
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and I'm tired of it already,
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I have a hard time dealing with all the problems
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but I don't have to ask who for help.
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It's like carrying the whole world on my shoulders
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and I'm tired of it already,
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I have a hard time dealing with all the problems
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but I don't have to ask who for help.
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It's like carrying the whole world on my shoulders
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and I'm tired of it already,
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I have a hard time dealing with all the problems.
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