just a little drop of wine
will be able to ease my pain.
I won't suffer from my ideas,
that are so torturing me.
I will drink and also sing
a sad ballad of ancient times.
only then there were gallant men.
but alas , they are now all gone.
I will howl - I am no more young.
I have lost reddness of cheeks .
decent gentlemen are not looking at me.
only those who have nothing to lose.
life's unfair- I'll go on moaning.
wish I were a princess of blood.
but tomorrow , when morning's here .
I'll again smile , and will laugh.