I remember, my name was Jolanta,
And my life was dissolving in wine.
There I was a persona-non-grata,
Tired of life, feeling for forty-nine.
I remember, I was Stanislava
Wearing hairstyle of cruel blackiecat.
In addition to polish character
I was nasty, unfriendly and flat.
I remember, they called me Beata,
I could not fall asleep in the light.
In smoked-up noisy pub full of chatters
I sang Russian chanson whole the night.
But I know, now my name is Victoria,
And I like semisweet Chili wines.
I don't look for respect, nor for gloria, -
I still sing if somebody desires.
No more any footsteps which are meaning
All the darkest figures of the past.
I'm Victoria - girl who is winning,
And me new is forever to last!..