#SlavicSessions [Verse] Village quiet, post-war haze Ruins whisper tales of grays Mother and daughter, hearts of steel Faced the devil, broke his heel Shadows linger, soldier bold Eyes like knives, hands too cold Knocks the door, no friendly tone Entered a house not his own [Prechorus] Second floor, where spirits burn Tables turned, his lesson learned [Chorus] Pis mi uho, a curse, a vow Echoes sharp, no mercy now From the window, fate unkind The ground will greet, his final bind [Verse 2] Survived the wolves, the marching boots Starved on roots, no golden fruits Partisans, Nazis, death’s own game Names erased, but hearts aflame Hands once trembling, now they rise Push the beast, his end baptized Whisper close, the dialect cuts A mother’s wrath, a daughter’s guts
