Would you stop crying,
Who will feel sorry for you?
Two women were sitting on the bench.
One, the younger, was wiping tears.
Another, the older, was looking far away:
You know, let's go, stay with my grandma,
You and your children will be fine.
No, I try on my own, may be somehow, we can survive.
Fine, let's go to the party now, dress up, look at you!
The party was good, lots of food.
Then the women started to sing an old song
About a man who went against his parents will and wanted to ran away with his fiancée.
The story was sad, the girl returned back,
She never loved and no one knew what happened to this man after...
Who was this man?
Some wealthy woman's son, his picture in our museum,
His family moved away shortly after.
The next day the crying woman, a single mother,
Was in the museum.
And she looked at the picture, and thought,
She would never leave him alone,
Would ran and not care at all..
He became a part of her thoughts,
Why he didn't wait for me,
Why I wasn't born one hundred years ago?.
In the evening, time after, alone, she was walking home.
Hello, miss,
It was him.
The man from th old song gave her his hand,
It will be all over, he will take me to his word,
The woman thought.
Fine, at least I can be with one I would love.
She gave her hand and closed eyes.
In a second something was in her hand.
It was a ring and old cross.
Bring my cross to the Church...
She heard his voice,
Standing alone on the road.
