In the German sky there once was a plane
It carries 71 children and their mothers to spain
Well this plane was sure something
It was full of young Russians
Proudly to gander at topics discussin'
Now Pete the Swiss was doublin' shifts
Jugglin' the iron controlled by his lips
Not a minute too soon children fell to their doom
Struck dead in the air, orphan a father or two
He just laid in the alley
Now orphan Vitaly met a young girl
Married her quickly
Was so damn in love that they had their two kids
Had a great job; construction in Spain
They were going to see Papa from Caucasus mountain range
Now that damn Swissman crashed them into a plane
I will find where he lives
Speak to his face with the blood in my eyes
He will see my pain.
Many weeks passed
For fear of a suit
The airline said nothin, Vitaly turned blue
For the killing they done
No apology made
Is it 'cause we are Russian you treat us this way
Through a friend that he new Vitaly found Pete
He came to his doorstep expecting to speak
But Pete blew him off
Threw down the pictures Vi brought
Pictures of the 3 most important he lost.
As the pictures fell down
Re-enacting the day
Vitaly's eye blackened
No human remained
Well so much can be said
For a man in his shoes
There's no glamour in vengeance
There's only this rule:
That the lives you lost can never come back
And the deed in return is worse than the act.
Blinded by love and the pain of his loss
He could not remember the act of assault
He awoke in his room all covered in blood
The cops they'd come knockin
They knew what he'd done
The government leaned
Vitaly was free
They called him the hero, a man above kings
A shadow of man, they were praising his deed.
He was alone
Killed a father of 3
No deed that he did could make him complete
It could have been different if only Pete said
"I'm sorry for killin' the few joys you had"
But now there's nothin' for Vitaly to do
But step off a cliff or hang in the noose
Robbed of forgiveness that he could'a gave
There's no man left to save.
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