Lena’s a beauty queen From far away in Moldova She reads fashion magazines Of movie stars in Europa The men are so handsome With smiles sweet as tangerines
She answered a wanted ad For waitresses maids and au pairs She felt just a little sad When it came time to leave her village But she packed up her suitcase And hugged her family at the door Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh those summer days Those bicycle trips in the rain The local boys The cheap champagne To be back there again She’d give just about anything And she’d never leave her town again
Now she works 13 hours a day In a room with a dirty mattress She’d take all the pain away But she can’t seem to find the courage And the mornings are the hardest The sunlight on the concrete floor Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh