Take off your crown, remove your mask
Why won't you think once more about your future?
Now don’t you frown, don’t you ask
Stitch up your frailty with a lint of linen suture
Now in the youth you are the empress out of reach
And foolish lovers will be tumbled at your feet
Yet in a decade you will be the one to screech
Glance in the mirror - there’s no trace of your conceit
Well, ponder now, give it a thought
You’re middle-aged, but haven’t found yourself a marriage
Of all ideals that you fought
Some dust is left that leaves you easy to disparage
When you’ll get old, you will have lived your life alone
Your arrogance will never be forgotten
They say: our happiness is not to be postponed
Though you were never happy, you were rotten
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So mark these words, in days of old
Men hunted - women kept the fireplace
Now, girls of which we used to get ahold
Have disappeared with no trace
[10.05.18 EDITED: the last paragraph was edited due to being offensive]