Текст песни Больно далеко - Фро

FRO (Svetlana Ponomareva)
A door has been torn off on a blue mailbox
On a blue-green background - sunsets, sunsets.
And there is no wind, as if there will be no tomorrow.
Like a bird in captivity, free time languishes.

For the first time in my life, I am glad of any work.
But that will pass soon too - I know for sure
I feel more precisely: woman! - take it alive!
And I’ll go out - on a stick with a rag, and a banner will come out!

And forever drunk I will hang in shame red
(in calmness is unlikely to succeed proudly yell)
over the abyss of the station - poor, sleepless, dirty:
I don’t believe it, but I’m waiting back ... but I don’t believe it anymore.