She was angry when he slammed the door
Crying inside, dry tears in her eyes
She thought, well
The same old story
Here was their little piece of land
Two meters per three, hired corner
Maybe it sounds silly
But at that moment she had nothing more than
Three dozen of bad years
What was hurting, already disappeared
But pain was still there
As morning, such day - no wonder
As ocean, such shore - no wonder
As bedding, such dreams - no wonder
Nothing surprises me anymore
As heart, such fear - no wonder
As weakness, such sin - no wonder
As pocket, such open-hand - no wonder
Nothing surprises me anymore