South Blunt System - Była chłodna

She had some big ambitions, but at home constant echo in pots
Although, how do you call it a home - four angles within four walls
Brother supplies promoter shares ghetto housing estates
First the shot, then ten years in jail, lightly
Mother long dead, her light burning somewhere upon the sky
Alcoholic father, sustains life next to the shop
Constantly insulted his daughter, this old, dump loser
Every day manipulated her, telling her to kneel down and to grab his cock
The world is so fair, it will get your back shot
This is inhuman, man, when a father fucks his own daughter
And where is the whole law? She had enough of life under a lock
She has been planning it for a long time, she could not escape it
She lurked up the corner one time, all shaky
Somebody came in, she closed her eyes, holding something in her hands
It's one second, when she made it from end to an end
Hands red with grief ... She killed her father

(It's not meant to be like this, is not meant to be)

Ref x2
She was cold and her hands got red with grief
She is still here, although she won't realize her plans
This bloody river of memories flowing down her hands
It wasn't meant to be like this, this was not her purpose

Second
He could have moved the mountains, but he had nothing on the start
Through a hole in his pocket was often on the social agenda
Ten years later, he finally saw the daylight
His business fell, he blamed her for his father's pension
His homie took him, why did the wind blow in his back?
When his sister is still in her cell, warming up with a candle
He was thinking and thinking, didn't sleep at night
His thoughts began to walk on the worst roads
He wasn't mentally stable, he hurt people and took his pleasure from it
She kept crying, never had an ounce of love
She was cold, you might also know this feeling
When for all the good intentions and for helping you get a kick in the ass
She left with a confided steps, she was happy
The wind erased some memories, he came out from the corner
It was just blood, he called out for vengeance
This fucking materialist; killed his sister

Ref x4
She was cold and her hands were red with grief
She is still here, although whe won't realize her plans
This bloody river of memories flowing down her hands
It wasn't meant to be like this, this was not her fate