I met her rather drunk several times.
They called her Countess Misery
Because of her lack of feeling.
She was desperately lonely
Drawing close to 60s,
Sadly wrapped in boas and trinkets.
On the wall of her house this writing:
Countess Misery
Sooner or later life
Pays off its debt.
Countess Misery
Sooner or later life
Takes by surprise.
In her eyes the constant fear of time passing by,
And she would have given anything
For an elixir of life.
She was desperately lonely
Drawing close to 60s,
Sweetly absorbed in her glorious memories impregnated
with powders and rien ne va plus.
Countess Misery
Sooner or later life
Pays off its debt.
Countess Misery
Sooner or later life
Takes by surprise
Without asking,
Without forewarnings.
Countess Misery,
Her mind hibernated in her 20s.
Victim of this century’s deception:
Running after the myth of pretty curves
And beauty surgery.
Countess Misery,
The mind never changes.
Countess Misery,
The mind never changes.
Countess Misery,
The mind never changes.
Countess Misery,
The mind never changes.
Misery.
Misery.