Again?

There's a girl at the bar,

dressed in black and here you are -

- that complicated situation once again.

Let's have a beer ... and in a while

she passes by and throws a smile

and you can't miss the question in her velvet eyes.

So I look back and here she is,

trembling stomach - I pray: Please,

let's stay far from where it usually ends.

Things go smoothly, I feel fine,

got her number, she has mine,

so let's talk about our "little private things".

What about age? And here it comes,

announced with sound of thousand drums.

Someone tell me why she's fourty! Again.