The Rent Song — текст песни (Suzanne Vega)

I am sitting by my window;

I am thinking of my rent.

I am looking through my pockets,

And Im wondering where it went.

I am feeling like the devil,

Maybe like the devils wife.

I am singing for my supper.

I am singing for my life.





Things go up and things go down,

And we have all these highs and lows,

But are we even in the end,

I dont think anybody knows,

But when I look from my window

I pretend that Im in france.

You know I never have been there

But I might jump at the chance.





Tell me what do you do

With a troubled mind?

Do you sing? do you cry?

Do you wait for a better time?

Do you think about tomorrow

When youre living in today?

And can you stop this tide against you,

Make it go the other way?





And when I look from my window

I can hear the little bird sing;

And I like to hear those little birds

Because then I know its spring.

And spring comes after winter,

Surely all of this we know.

And spring is really coming,

Its just so God damn slow.





I am sitting by my window;

I am thinking of my rent.

I am looking through my pockets

And I am wondering where it went.

I am feeling like the devil,

Maybe like the devils wife.

I am singing for my supper.

I am singing for my life.