Robinja - Sandra Afrika

I opet ista priča noćima i danima

I dalje teraš svoje, ništa te ne zanima

Kada te pitam gde si, kažeš da sam bolesna

A ja zbog tebe mesec dana nisam izašla

Sve te jure, čak i moje drugarice

Više na telefon ne mogu da javim se

Sve ti smeta, uvek si ljubomoran

A na kraju opet ja nisam normalna

Drugi nude suvo zlato, a ja u blatu bih ostala

Opet dolaziš mi kasno, opet miriše mi nevera

Pored tebe život mi je robija

Dok ja trpim sve tvoje drugarice

Žali, mali, neću biti robinja

Klubovi su tvoje noćne stanice

A ti bi, a ti bi od svega da me sakriješ

I da me zoveš svojom samo onda kad se napiješ

A kruže priče da kod kuće sedim sama

Kao u kavezu sam, ali ne znam gde si ti

I opet nedostupan skoro deset dana

Kao budala čekam kada ćeš se javiti

Od tvojih laži sam umorna

Svaki put istu priču pričaš

Vidim tragove na košulji

Čujem da sa drugima se viđaš

Drugi nude suvo zlato, a ja u blatu bih ostala

Opet dolaziš mi kasno, opet miriše mi nevera

Pored tebe život mi je robija

Dok ja trpim sve tvoje drugarice

Žali, mali, neću biti robinja

Klubovi su tvoje noćne stanice

A ti bi, a ti bi od svega da me sakriješ

I da me zoveš svojom samo onda kad se napiješ

I opet ista priča noćima i danima

No-No-No Noćima i danima

I opet ista priča noćima i danima

No-No-No Noćima i danima

I opet ista priča noćima i danima

No-No-No Noćima i danima

I opet ista priča noćima i danima

No-No-No Noćima i danima

Pored tebe život mi je robija

Dok ja trpim sve tvoje drugarice

Žali, mali, neću biti robinja

Klubovi su tvoje noćne stanice

A ti bi, a ti bi od svega da me sakriješ

I da me zoveš svojom samo onda kad se napiješ

And again the same story night and day

You are still pushing your own, you are not interested in anything

When I ask you where you are, you say I'm sick

And I didn't go out for a month because of you

Everyone is chasing you, even my friends

I can't answer the phone anymore

Everything bothers you, you are always jealous

And in the end again I am not normal

Others offer dry gold, and I would stay in the mud

You come to me late again, I smell of disbelief again

Beside you, my life is a prison

While I suffer all your friends

Sorry, kid, I'm not going to be a slave

Clubs are your night stations

And you would, and you would from everything to hide me

And to call me yours only when you get drunk

And there are rumors that I am sitting alone at home

I'm in a cage, but I don't know where you are

And again unavailable for almost ten days

Like a fool, I'm waiting for you to answer

I'm tired of your lies

You tell the same story every time

I see marks on the shirt

I hear you're seeing others

Others offer dry gold, and I would stay in the mud

You come to me late again, I smell of disbelief again

Beside you, my life is a prison

While I suffer all your friends

Sorry, kid, I'm not going to be a slave

Clubs are your night stations

And you would, and you would from everything to hide me

And to call me yours only when you get drunk

And again the same story night and day

No-No-No Nights and days

And again the same story night and day

No-No-No Nights and days

And again the same story night and day

No-No-No Nights and days

And again the same story night and day

No-No-No Nights and days

Beside you, my life is a prison

While I suffer all your friends

Sorry, kid, I'm not going to be a slave

Clubs are your night stations

And you would, and you would from everything to hide me

And to call me yours only when you get drunk