клетка (Kletka)
Molchat Doma
Cage
And here, this street
Enter this house
Go up to the eighth floor
Ring the bell
Knock on this door
And no one will open it for you
Run, fool
Run, fool
Down the stairwell, through the notes on the walls
Forgotten forever
Down the stairwell, like burns on whitewash
Incomprehensible like me
Down the stairwell
And where is that street?
And where is that house?
On which floor are they waiting for us?
Where they will open without a ring
Where I will enter without knocking
Where they will say hello and I won't run away
I won't run away
Down the stairwell, through the notes on the walls
Forgotten forever
Down the stairwell, like burns on whitewash
Incomprehensible like me
Down the stairwell
Down the stairwell
Down the stairwell
Down the stairwell
Down the stairwell
Down the stairwell
Down the stairwell
