ENGIN AKYUREK MY ANGEL IN THE FLESH Ангел во плоти

In my youth, my mother told me, I must open my heart for love. We see times changed What a pity she was mistaken. And my soul it is almost out of wax: supple, subtle, naive as birch. My soul is generous, but what do you want from the bounty No one understands. No one will understand Ah, now grooms want only money, wealth, romance is extinguished. Only one among them is an angel in the flesh, but where to find him But where to find him From my youth