Once a year in May this old man was always sitting on the couch
In our house in now almost forgotten village.
He was an old friend of one of grand great aunts.
Sometimes with garmonica, playing same song.
He used tell about old too great grand aunt: do you know why I love her,
Because when everything was blowing up, we didn't know was day or night,
She was saying happily that we will win this fight...
