Strange question (Странный вопрос)

Time? Man, that's a crazy thing to say… And that classic line: "So, how old are you today?" Everybody’s got their paperwork to show— ID cards, a credit check, and off they go. Numbers on a profile, data in a row, We all play a part, a clever script we know. Looking forty when you're only just nineteen, Early trauma burning, stealing all your gleam. Or at fifty—boom!—a total dancing queen, Rocking on the floor, the wildest vibe you've seen! Eyes that saw the miles and the open road, Memories that keep us anchored in the cold. [Chorus ] A woman’s age? It's just a state of mind! It’s about the clock, the place, the timeline! A bride at thirty—stunning, just in her prime! A mom at fifteen—way too steep a climb! Innate wisdom, yeah, that nature has bestowed, Not the empty praise when birthday candles glowed. Age is not the miles left in the rearview, It’s the depth of life, the things that made you, you. Every single step, every single view, Left a lasting mark, a permanent tattoo. A woman’s age? It's just a state of mind! It’s about the clock, the place, the timeline! A bride at thirty—stunning, just in her prime! A mom at fifteen—way too steep a climb! Silver hair don't mean that your youth is dead, Inner light is shining, glowing from within. True success and joy cannot be data-fed, There's no secret hack, no matter what they said. Time is just a river, streaming fast and free, Hiding all the secrets of its mystery. Deep inside the heart, the spring is all we see, That's the main highway, our final destiny! Years, years… they don't lock down the gate… Years, years… you only get one run… How old? Inside our souls, new dawns awake! How old? These numbers mean nothing…