Текст песни Ирина Муравьева - Невероятное пари

In my youth, mother told me
That she opened her heart for love.
It’s evident that other times have come,
Poor how wrong she was.

Ah, now the grooms only talk about wealth,
Bonfires of former love have gone out forever in them.
And only one among them embody the angel himself,
But where to find him, but where to find him.

And I have a soul, it is almost made of wax,
Malleable, thin, naive, like a birch.
My soul is generous, but what do you want from generosity,
No one will understand, no one will understand.

From youth, I dream to meet today
Friend, imagine I'm in every man.
I'm defenseless before you
Why are you trampling my soul.