White noise on a dusty window monitor
Will tell us that
There is a flourishing war behind the wall in the corridor
And you are not armed for the war
Do not come out
Don't make a mistake
Behind the door hell
Hot and sticky day
Do not come out
From the room
You won’t like it, not a chance
Do not come out
From the room
Believe me, this is not France
Stay locked up with me
Let Ilyich’s bulb shine for us like the morning sun
Turn it off if you want
You read Brodsky's poem and I know how to be silent
So, I'll be silent by heart
Do not come out
It's an old scheme there, it's dying
Do not come out
Forget about the time
Do not come out
From the room
You won’t like it, not a chance
Do not come out
From the room
Believe me, this is not France
Stay locked up with me
Even if everything is not as it should be
And outside the window is eternal spring
And there you can fly freely
Freer than Inside four walls without wings
Even if it's all complete fantasy
And whales are singing outside the window
And the stars smile at the flowers
But don't come out, I beg you
Do not come out
From the room
You won’t like it, not a chance
Do not come out
From the room
Believe me, this is not France
Stay locked up with me
P. R.