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The cold face of silence peeks through the window, A single shadow in the room, and the eye of the night. The world on her shoulders, a thousand questions in her heart, Life has drawn a misty dot to her fate. Everyone in their own world, everyone distant, indifferent, And she alone faces the wind. (Chorus) Lonely woman, proud woman... Your name has not been lost in storms. Every difficulty is a rock, you are a wave, you strike, Even if you fall, you stand upright again. Your secret tears are your strength, you wipe them away, You fight and conquer this cruel life. Every morning dawn breaks, a new battle begins, She carries the fire of fate in her gaze. What time does she have to condemn someone, what is her condition, Her own labor, her bread - this is her deed. Tenderness in her hands, lion's strength in her heart, No cold wall can extinguish this flame. (Chorus) Lonely woman, proud woman... Your name has not been lost in storms. Every difficulty is a rock, you are a wave, you strike, Even if you fall, you stand upright again. Your secret tears are your strength, you wipe them away, You fight and conquer this merciless life. The snares of the streets, the harsh test of fate, The pattern of every pain has been her companion. But her head does not bow, never bows, She herself is both a fortress and a harbor for her life. She filters every moment through the filter of time, Protects that sacred soul of loneliness. Sometimes it seems that her strength is completely exhausted, Even the stars are her only strangers in the sky. But the light of hope does not fade within, She is the conqueror of her own fortune, the beauty of her own life. (Chorus) Lonely woman, proud woman... Your name has not been lost in storms. Every difficulty is a rock, you are a wave, you strike, Even if you fall, you stand upright again. Your secret tears are your strength, you wipe them away, You conquer this cruel life by fighting. Even if the winds blow hard, a plane tree that does not bend... Lonely woman, there is an unfading spring in her heart. Her path is long, her burden is heavy, but she walks with her head held high... She makes history for herself in solitude. Lonely woman... Victory is your name...