The smartphone

I was ten years old in the year, nineteen sixty-one

I spend the time with grandma, during some summer nights

We don´t have a radio, and we don´t have a TV too.

We don´t hear any message, what people in the world doing to

But the greasy bred tasted good, and the girls were nice and true

And we could talk about life, till the afternoon

Time passed by and I do not notice it

I´ve been older to thirty-one

From the Hungarian village where my grandma lived

I´d moved to the west coast land

I could have to call my parents and friends