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...