Diary
Автор: Siverko
10 January, 1952
Me, 12 y.o.
Where's the Prince on his snow-white horse?
With a ring in his pocket and one scarlet rose?
Where's my servant with some gold tray?
Where're musicians? Why don't they play?
Oh, what a pity! It isn't my tale!
10 January, 1957
Me, 17 y.o.
Black mustangs in prairies and Indians' beat,
Some strong whistling wind mixing the heat,
I am depressed to sugar my pill -
That black-moustached cowboy turns into a shill.
Oh, what a pity! It isn't my film!
10 January, 1964
Me, 24 y.o.
A big modern auto - Just wow! - Limousine!
I saw him one day in a chic magazine.
Is he an actor? Pop idol or sheikh?
Lifeguards, press and public lead him away,
Oh, what a pity! It isn't my day!
10 January, 2020
Me, 80 y.o.
Where's the Prince on his snow-white horse?
With a ring in his pocket and one scarlet rose?
Where's my servant with some gold tray?
Where're musicians? Why don't they play?
Oh, what a pity! It isn't my tale!
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