Saskia

Saskia has a name that rings.
She works at a beer joint.
Pouring beer for the guys.
The guys think she's great.
The guys think she's great.

But that's all there is to it.
Saskia, she's cross-eyed, see.
Though her gaze is pure and clear
it brings laughter to everyone.
It brings laughter to everyone.

She's quiet and unnoticed,
her uniform is crisp.
But she's beautiful and when she smiled
it took your breath away.
It took your breath away.

I let my gaze go on an adventure,
and it was actually worth the effort.
The more it saw, the more it found,
she was incredibly lovely.
She was incredibly lovely.

After fortifying myself with a beer,
I said: -Miss, have you noticed?
Has it not occurred to you yet
that I have been observing you?
That I have been observing you?

She said: -Sir, it's true.
The reason is unknown to me.
Then I gathered my courage and said:
- When will you be free, Saskia?
When will you be free, Saskia?

We watched a romantic movie,
then we had coffee at a cafe.
I followed her to her house,
in our hearts a flame burned.
In our hearts a flame burned.

Saskia had a sleeping alcove
and she was beautiful when she slept.
And we were awake, more than enough
when her alarm clock rang.
When her alarm clock rang.

Saskia has a name that rings.
She works at a beer joint.
She looks cross-eyed wherever she looks,
but she's beautiful when she smiles.
But she's beautiful when she smiles.