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