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Room
White noise on the monitor of a dusty window
Shall let us know
That beyond this wall, in the corridor, is war,
And you are unarmed
Don't leave
Don't make a mistake
Beyond the door is hell,
Hot and clingy
Don't leave
This room
You won't like it out there
Don't leave
This room
Trust me, it's not France out there
Shut yourself in with me
Let the lamp be our incandescent sun*
If you want you can turn it off
You know Brodsky, and I know how to shut up
Look, I know how to shut up by heart
Don't leave
Everything out there is stuck in the past
Don't leave
Forget about time
Don't leave
This room
You won't like it out there
Don't leave
This room
Trust me, it's not France out there
Shut yourself in with me
And even if it's not like that at all
And beyond the window is an eternal spring
And you can fly there freely,
More freely than within four walls
Even if it's not like that at all
And beyond the window whales are calling to you
And the stars are smiling to the flowers,
But you - I beg you - don't leave
Don't leave
This room
You won't like it out there
Don't leave
This room
Trust me, it's not France out there
Shut yourself in with me
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* "лампочка Ильича" refers colloquially to a type of incandescent lamp common in Soviet times, especially in the houses of peasants and farmers. Imagine a lightbulb hanging directly from the ceiling, with no lampshade.