The pride of Gipsy soul

She's buried her heart deep in this lonliness,
She has turned her back on the way to be blessed. 
She's drawn in the air eternal sign of the war,
'Cause you'll never make her keep disgrace any more.
And whatever you'd do, she never will be your doll:
This is the pride of her wild Gipsy soul.
You rudely play with her life, you hurt her body and mind,
You've left her dying, like a smoke, in the silver moonlight
And now enjoying your strength, but answer before you go:
Are you sure she will never find the way to your home?
There'll be a day, when you'll see the bloody footsteps,
And you'll get learn there is nothing she forgot or forgets,
But there'll be late, and she'll make you falling down on your knees:
This is the secret of pride that she keeps.