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.