KINO (Victor Tsoi) - A knock (Stuk)

Translation: Strings of wires, current through my hands Telephone speaks in all the voices “Goodbye“ It’s time... Coat on the nail, scarf in its sleeve And the gloves in the pocket whisper: “Wait until morning! Until morning...“ But a weird noise is calling me “On the road!“ Maybe my heart’s beating, or a knock on the door And when I will stop to look back on my doorstep I will only say one word “Believe!“ And again to the station, and again to the trains And again the conductor will hand me sheets and tea And again I won’t sleep and again through the rattle of the wheels I will hear the word “Farewell!“ But a weird noise is calling me “On the road!“ Maybe my heart’s beating, or a knock on the door And when I will stop to look back on my doorstep I will only say one word “Believe!“