Sing for You - Tracy Chapman

제발 내 맘 좀 알아줘 아직 헤매이고 있어 누군가 이 길을 걷다 마주친다면 그게 난 너였음 좋겠어 조금 힘들다 아쉬운 말은 안 할게 그냥 지금은 널 생각할 뿐야 나 지금 힘든 건 다 너 때문이야 나 비참하게 울고 있을게 눈을 감고 숨을 내쉬어 다 보내줄게 오면 돼 널 기다리고 있을게 미안, 널 아프게 해서 내 아픔밖에 난 보이지 않았어 초라한 날 감싸 안아주던 사랑도 이제야 그 마음 다 알겠어 네가 보고 싶다 그리운 말은 안 할게 마냥 좋았던 우릴 떠올릴 뿐야 나 지금 힘든 건 다 너 때문이야 나 비참하게 울고 있을게 눈을 감고 숨을 내쉬어 다 보내줄게 오면 돼 널 기다리고 있을게 이별보다 그게 더 힘들지라도 너에게로 돌아가고 싶어 다 알 것 같은데 그래 너를 떠난 건 다 나 때문이야 Oh 난 비참하게 울고 있을게 눈을 감고 숨을 내쉬어 다 보내줄게 오면 돼 널 기다리고 있을게 널 기다리고 있을게

(Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you) (Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you) And I recall the past real vaguely I remember everything they'd say Maybe thought that I was crazy Thinking that one day they'd see my name Loved being a loner, always moving closer Know exactly what I wanted to have Fear of growing older, chip all on my shoulder Told myself I'm never looking back And now I'm cold and dissonant I'm losing my innocence And you don't know my intent And now you better back down 'cause I'm coming for you Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you (You better back down) Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you I'm sick of feeling like a no-one lately I'm sick of always living in the past I'm sick of feeling like I just keep chasing But that'll never be that fast Just leave me alone, I'll do it on my own And I will let them know when the lights shine bright Look pale as a ghost to all those opposed I'm coming here to show how to live life right And now I'm cold and dissonant I'm losing my innocence And you don't know my intend And now you better back down 'cause I'm coming for you Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you Better back down 'cause I'm coming for you

Sing, sing, won't you sing for me Beast in your belly, you've got to let it breathe Sing, oh, sing for me Beast in your belly, lord, you've got to let it breathe Breathe for me And wash, you better wash your hands Grab the soap, use your frying pan 'Cause you've been digging down, burying dead Grass grows tall on the things that you wish that you'd forget And better clean, oh clean your plate Mama's been slavin' in the kitchen all day Make sure to wipe the filth from your shoes No one 'round here wants to know what you've been up to Down, down in a hole in the ground There are ghosts that never can be found Home, home, home is in the ground You're only waiting at the end of the road And nothing's better than blood on blood I promise brother, you are safe with us There's no telling what tomorrow will bring We all have our devils and oh, you've got to let them sing Sing, oh, sing for me Beast in your belly, you've got to let it breathe Sing, oh, sing for me Beast in your belly, lord, you've got to let it sing Home, home, home is in the ground You're only waiting at the end of the road Down, down in a hole in the ground There are ghosts that never can be found

Every day, a shade of blue You won't believe what I'm going' through It just feels like I can't afford to let myself go No, oh-oh, no Everyone is just the same They touch me, but I can't say There has been no one brighter than you I can't deny these things that I do Feels like the world's at stake 'cause I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you Heavenly, that's what you are You're burning me like a shining star How am I supposed to be that king without you? Oh-oh, it's true, yeah Everyone is just the same They love me, but I can't say There has been no one brighter than you I can't deny these things that I do Feels like the world's at stake, yeah I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you Hey, yeah, yeah There has been no one brighter than you I can't deny these things that I do Feels like the world's at stake 'cause I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you I have seen no one like brighter than you And I can't deny these things that I do Feels like the world's at stake, yeah I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you For you Every day, I sit down and I feel like I'm waiting For you I've been waiting for you For you I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour