Married, sometimes happy
together, with every day
with our little Kaja
until Friday or Saturday
the week is over again
and he gets angry

He scares her
I rock her and grab the bag
that is ready
I have a key

My parents know the friction
of traditions and expectations
they sent us on vacation
but we walked over
tight nerves

enjoying the view
over the bay where people
were having fun, free and easy
without poison in their blood

In the outside world
he is a friendly man
I was so in love
Oh Kaja, little Kaja
how long shall I
continue like this?