Someone's Daughter
You teach me how to be a man
Though I am someone's daughter
The path of warrior was set for me
And I had to try on the armour
No, it doesn't suit me
And it feels so heavy
I'm frightened and so ashamed
That I have to combat the world alone
That I have to swing my sword alone
So my gentleness is turned into rigidity
And once soft the skin is nothing but the scale
One by one, I lead unequal fights, eventually
The beauty's nose is broken, and I faint
Life feeds me bullets and stones
And I stitch myself up alone
If I cry, I will run my tears
Inside of my blood-stained cheeks
I've found talents beyond comprehension
All my battles are a sight to behold
Wading through the hardship alone
Translating my body to soul
Oh brutal world, I'm not your enemy
This role of warrior brings nothing but the misery
If a woman's wings are trimmed
And her radiance is dimmed
This is over! This is over!
You will see her ride a broom
With a force to be reckoned
To be no longer the second
I am no longer a daughter
I eat them for breakfast
I eat them for lunch
I have audacity to throw the first punch
I dwell in the shadows
I sleep in the light
I am no longer a daughter
I throw the first punch
Though I am someone's daughter
The path of warrior was set for me
And I had to try on the armour
No, it doesn't suit me
And it feels so heavy
I'm frightened and so ashamed
That I have to combat the world alone
That I have to swing my sword alone
So my gentleness is turned into rigidity
And once soft the skin is nothing but the scale
One by one, I lead unequal fights, eventually
The beauty's nose is broken, and I faint
Life feeds me bullets and stones
And I stitch myself up alone
If I cry, I will run my tears
Inside of my blood-stained cheeks
I've found talents beyond comprehension
All my battles are a sight to behold
Wading through the hardship alone
Translating my body to soul
Oh brutal world, I'm not your enemy
This role of warrior brings nothing but the misery
If a woman's wings are trimmed
And her radiance is dimmed
This is over! This is over!
You will see her ride a broom
With a force to be reckoned
To be no longer the second
I am no longer a daughter
I eat them for breakfast
I eat them for lunch
I have audacity to throw the first punch
I dwell in the shadows
I sleep in the light
I am no longer a daughter
I throw the first punch
Credits
Writer(s): Roman Ibramkhalilov, Ievgen Abdiukhanov, Tetiana Shmailiuk, Vladyslav Ulasevych
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