My grandmother has a friend,
Who was ballerina in 1950 th.
She was first one who colored my hair.
I was in school, it was new,
Because we were not allowed to wear make up or anything like this,
Normal Soviet Union school.
My grandmother colored her hair, the ballerina, an old lady and the they had something left,
And it was for me.
We all had yellow bleached hair.
I was looking, trying to kind of hide the brighter spots.
They looked at me and said:
When you are young who cares what color is your hair.
Youth is always beautiful.
Now I am my mom age at that time probably,
And once in a while I do the same.
Color myself, and think
The youth is beautiful.
