Текст песни М. Ю. Лермонтов - Она не гордой красотою

It is not proud beauty
Deceived youths live ,
She does not drive behind him
The crowd suitors silent .
And her figure - not the goddess of the camp ,
And the wave of chest does not rise,
And in it one of its holy sites ,
Crouched down , did not recognize .
However, all her movements ,
Smiles, speech and traits
So full of life , inspiration ,
So full of wonderful simplicity .
But the voice of the soul comes through,
As a remembrance of better days ,
And my heart loves and suffers
Almost ashamed of his love.