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In my youth my mother used to say me
That my heart should be open to love
Obviously, time changed,
My poor mother, she was so wrong.
Nowadays fiances think only about wealth,
Fire of love quenched in their hearts forever,
And only one of them is an angel in the flesh.
Though where could I find him? Where could I find him?
My soul is like wax,
Pliant and fine, naive as a birch tree.
My soul is generous, but you don't care,
Nobody would feel it, nobody would understand.
I have been dreaming since my youth till now
To find a friend in any man I meet.
Here I am - unprotected in front of you.
Why do you stomp on my heart?
My soul is like wax,
Pliant and fine, naive as a birch tree.
My soul is generous, but you don't care,
Nobody would feel it, nobody would understand.
Nowadays fiances think only about wealth,
Fire of love quenched in their hearts forever.
And only one of them is an angel in the flesh.
Though where could I find him?
Where could I find him?
