Victoria

Everyday blows and shouts in 3A building
All fights ended up in silence
Her face has many stains
And her right eye can´t see at all
He broke her arm…

*Every single day was the same
A terrifying dead to be told
And on T.V. neighbours saying “He was so nice!”
Her dead body lying on bed
And while her soul fly alone to eternal life
The priest is busy breaking another life… under the cassock*

Three years has he passed behind big bars
Years have passed, but not anger of her family
That awake crying by fury
Time and destiny have its own will (x2)

*Chorus (x3)