A little girl's crying: her air-balloon is gone. 
People console her, the balloon flies on. 
A young maid's crying: no boy-friend as yet. 
People console her, the balloon flies on. 
A woman is crying: her husband has left. 
People console her, the balloon flies on. 
An old woman's crying: her life has been short. 
The balloon has come back, and its color is blue.

Bulat Okudzhava. 1957