I remember old women that used to visit us in our village.
Every summer, almost every day, we had someone staying over from far way.
There were women that could brighten up a room,
Could melt ice just with a smile.
Take half of what bothers, what you don't like.
They sing, talked, told old stories.
Some were nurses, long ago left homes, returned back,
And may be because of that, made our, young girls, worries very easy.
After a talk, nothing was wrong.
It was always happened before, wasn't our fault,
Life is beautiful, no rain, when you are young you have do mistakes,
Otherwise how else to learn, there no life school.
That was the answer, forever, for all.
