I knew her since her childhood,
I remember it all well, so as it was yesterday;
I can't remember her father, but her mother was very kind.
And everything wrong that happens in her life -
Unwashed dishes and her unhappy marriage,
Her mother revenged up in the evenings,
Looking at the TV.
We have 35 years for two of us together,
We're staring at each other all the time.
For both of us it all seems to be for the first time;
But every evening everything was beginnig again:
"Sorry, but today, at 7:35 pm ..."
And she forgot who I was,
Looking at the TV.
Now she has a daughter -
Another generation, the other business/case;
She's only 5 years old, but time flies like an arrow;
And although she's not yet able to read,
She already knows more than her mother knew,
After all, she sees a lot of programs at once,
Looking at the TV