Стук (stuk)

Wires humming, sparks in my hands
The phone's ringing, everyone’s talking
Time's up, time to go
And the coat's on the hook, scarf in the sleeve
And the gloves in my pockets whisper
Wait until morning, until morning

But a strange knock calls: Time to hit the road
Maybe it’s my heart, or maybe it’s a knock at the door
And when I turn back at the threshold
I’ll say just one word: Believe

And again to the station, and again to the trains
And again the conductor hands out linens and tea
And again I won’t sleep, and again through the clatter of wheels
I’ll hear one word: Goodbye

But a strange knock calls: Time to hit the road
Maybe it’s my heart, or maybe it’s a knock at the door
And when I turn back at the threshold
I’ll say just one word: Believe

But a strange knock calls: Time to hit the road
Maybe it’s my heart, or maybe it’s a knock at the door
And when I turn back at the threshold
I’ll say just one word