Ela

She feels the loneliness of the eighth floor
Every day at the sad dinner hour
Just one glass, just one plate
And beside it, just one utensil
Everything is one in her small world
Of a woman

Hope arises in life
She who dances and invites someone
To the elevator of the eighth floor
For the first love of the eighth floor

Her and anyone
She battles the tears of love
With anyone
She goes down and forgets in the elevator
With anyone
She remembers the life from the countryside

She waits for her siblings on the balcony
Table set, candlelight, songs
She plays princess
And carnival comes
Spends Easter in peace with herself, in the backyard

The cold days of June
White lace on the cuffs, balloons
And one day at the local theater
She is the virgin in the Nativity scene

Her and any day
It's on the balcony, Easter, Christmas
With any him
She battles the tears of love

Alone again
On the eighth floor where everything is one