On some other manner of getting aquainted

Женя Строкач
  I saw her in cafe
  She was sitting alone
  She made no movement
  Like carved in a stone

  Looking so pretty,
  Drinking red wine,
  I'll ask her a question
  To get a decline
 
  Somewhere in heaven
  They're watching at us
  Wondering if...we could
  Reach dream at last

  She's making an order
  And paying the bill
  I'm frozen at border
  My tongue's under seal

  It was too complicated
  Now I am crossiing the line
  This time I will speak
  This time she'll be mine

  I'm watching her leaving
  Blue jacket in rain
  The hair keep heaving
  All dreams are in vain

  Shortly next morning
  I meet her in bus
  She's standing so near
  My heart's beating fast