Blue Balloon
A little girl cries: My balloon flew away.
She is consoled, but the balloon flies further.
A young woman cries: I still can’t find a husband.
She is consoled, but the balloon flies further.
A lady cries: My husband left me for another.
She is consoled, but the balloon flies further.
Cries an old crone: I lived so little.
However, the balloon has returned to her, and it is blue.
-Bulat Okudzhava (Translated by me)
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