City

text: Martin Lačný
hudba: Igor Cpin

Spendin` my life
Tryin` not to lose myself
Livin` it up
As I`m simply no fat cat

It`s hard to breathe
Sometimes really hard to survive
But to give up
Means to waste the only chance

Here I am
There`s some way to go ahead of me
Don`t even know
What it takes and what it brings to me

You can call me
Dead-end-street man
Well, if you like it
But I might be someone else

It may get darkened
Sometimes totally all eclipsed
But I`m awaken
With sunlight on my fingertips