Four women sitting on the bench and looking for.
The oldest one, her eyes like clear summer sky, and hair white like clouds,
She's seen it all, says no word.
The second woman old too,
She is mostly in black,
Remembers people who used to be afraid,
And she would say, I only walked my road.
The youngest one, like spring I think, keeps laughing.
And woman in the middle like autumn, orange hair, green eyes.
Don't care much, that's her advice.
