Babushka (Grandmother - in Russian)

I wrote this song for my grandmother, who used to put me on her lap, brush my hair and sing to me. She called me her little princess with golden locks of hair and she made me feel like the most special child in the world. She was also the very first person who would listen to me play the piano and record me on her little cassette player, like a real concert. She died of cancer when I was very young. Now, all grown up, in this crazy world we live in, I am just wondering if she’s looking down at me from heaven, if heaven even exists. It would be beautiful to re-live the past, even for just one moment.