She doesn't like the day light
she doesn't read newspapers pricipally
She is devoid of any circles
She dreams to frig off the USSR
She needs to meet a prince of the far country
He comes in her dreams night and day
And every day is filled with the state of war
and she dreams of him for long 15 years already.
She walks the dogs
She goes to the pub as to the war
She doesn't smoke and drink
She casts her nets, freezes and waits.
She doesn't like to read books
But she learns foreign language
She is 35, what of it
She doesn't wanna understand that it's too late.