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, don’t 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 Jasmine who lived with her prince happily ever after.