When I talk to old people,
My grandmother now,
Life shows beautifully in different colors.
May be when you are eighty,
Have seen it all,
You have good point saying:
Look around, stop...
Look at the flowers, trees, sky,
Live now, enjoy, don't be shy.
My grandmother, her friends,
If we complained about little things always our grandmas all used to say:
You girls are crazy.
If we had only one wish, we wished to be young, so what if stupid a bit.
They made us dinner, sung an old song,
Told funny story about why it is great what's going on...
