Bosnian Rainbows Worthless
Sister, I feel the rain grow old
So old and brittle, so old and feeble
The pain is worthless
Sister, I feel the rain grow old
Sister, I feel the rain grow old and blue
Blue like your dead insides, insides!
Sister, I've seen the years by
Miles of dust sustaining life; so blue
Blue like your dead insides, insides, insides...
The world is worthless
But I... I will live... live on!
And I live live... live on
Live on!
