Helena

I want to you, yes, yes, to all of you, tell one story More precisely no story, but small fairy tale So, please your attention A little girl lived in this world Life was good All loved her She didn't know troubles She was happy The world turns around her About what she could more dreamed About what she could more dreamed Time went And girl grew up Her need increase every day She tried to move forward But it turned out quite the opposite In one she's found happiness Yes not in love But in the most dirty whoredom Considered herself a queen And left all in this night Feeling the dominance At her feet Are always slaves She rejected Them right away There was no one Whom she loved And till now The old woman sits on a bench And bitterly Cries about her fate Because The time has gone a long time ago No chance to return back Crystal world of her great sorcery Is destroyed Forever There are only broken glass beside her sinner Feet