I have a little secret, I don't wanna talk about it
But if you insist, i will share a bit
It's all about my friend way back nineteen ninety seven
She is not yet married up to this time, maybe she thought she's just eighteen
Hello, my dear! we're road to forty next weekend.
She travels around the world using her magic wallet
Oh no! She met a prince with a magic carpet
It's not a literal carpet, but a man from Egypt
I guess that's our little secret.
We're all waiting for the church's bells
On that day we will be filled with joy and we will celebrate till we fall
asleep with gladness, For at last you are under his spell.
Oh my dear, Xenia, dont be late like the first letter of your name,
Almost near the last alphabet, don't be ashamed
Enjoying one's freedom is admirable, but age is also a matter
Especially at this time, where we need comfort and power.
Be like princess Jasmin who lived with her prince happily ever after.