My name is Elena.
A very ordinary girl
Jelena
I also have happiness and sadness.
Live a life of joys and sorrows
I just want to find simple love.
Love that belongs to me
Jelena
I look forward to the company of poetry and dreams at night.
Then I want nothing more.
My picture appears in the newspaper every week.
You never noticed.
I left with a broken heart.
Cry secretly
Every day on TV
I only have a more uncomfortable heart
And deeper crying
My sadness will eventually be buried in my memory.
As long as I find simple love
Love that belongs to me