Стук [Stuk] [English translation]

Wires of strings, current through hands,

Many voices in my telephone only say:

"So long!" It's time...

And the coat on the nail, scarf up my sleeve

And the gloves in the pockets still whisper:

"Until morning please wait!" 'Til sun rise...

Yet the strange knock's still calling: Let's go!

Maybe heart's knock, or knock on the gate.

And just when I turn around on the door step,

I will tell you only this: "Have faith!"

To the station again, and again to the trains,

And again the conductor will hand out the linens and tea,

And again I won't sleep, and again through the rumble of wheels

I would hear these sad words: "Good bye!"

Yet the strange knock's still calling: Let's go!

Maybe heart's knock, or knock on the gate.

And just when I turn around on the door step,

I will tell you only this: "Have faith!"

Yet the strange knock's still calling: Let's go!

Maybe heart's knock, or knock on the gate.

And just when I turn around on the door step,

I will tell you only this...