Mihael Gudovskih — Она с характером

She’s not yours, But she comes in dreams again — And that’s all her power. She’s one of those who won’t forgive emptiness. She doesn’t wear feelings on show like tinsel. She walks calmly, as if she already knows Whom to let close, and whom — not into her flight. In her eyes there’s snow, then flame, then thrill. She’s not a woman-game; she’s like a start. Those who thought “I’ll take her” broke against her. But beside her, falsehood burns like smoke in the dark.

She’s got character, fire in her eyes. With her it’s either in the heart or in tears. She’s not yours, but she dreams again — And you can’t lose this girl anymore. She’s got character; she’s not for everyone. In her — proud cold and a beautiful laugh. She’s not yours, but she lives in thoughts, And even in silence she slowly drives you mad.

She doesn’t like half-measures or extra scenes. She needs neither loud noise nor the glitter of betrayal. You won’t buy her with money or with games. She walks away from the empty — and holds the line. She’s so beautiful it hurts to look, But deeper still is how she can refuse to warm. And if she loves — it’s truth all the way, And if she crosses you out — no chance, no face.

She’s got character, fire in her eyes. With her it’s either in the heart or in tears. She’s not yours, but she dreams again — And you can’t lose this girl anymore. She’s got character; she’s not for everyone. In her — proud cold and a beautiful laugh. She’s not yours, but she lives in thoughts, And even in silence she slowly drives you mad.

And no matter how many others stand beside, None of them bear a scar from her sharp touch. She doesn’t ask to be loved that way, But after her, inside forever — a secret mark.

She’s got character, fire in her eyes. With her it’s either in the heart or in tears. She’s not yours, but she dreams again — And you can’t lose this girl anymore. She’s got character; she’s not for everyone. In her — proud cold and a beautiful laugh. She’s not yours, but she lives in thoughts, And even in silence she slowly drives you mad.

She’s not yours. But she dreams again.