Текст песни Алишер Саитов - Стук

Strings of wire, current through the hands,
Phone for all voices Says - bye, it's time.
And a coat on a nail, A scarf in my sleeve, And gloves in my pockets whisper - Wait until morning, until morning.

But a strange knock calls on the road, Maybe hearts, or maybe a knock on the door.
And when I turn around at the doorstep
I will only say one word "Believe".

And again to the station, and again to the trains, And again the conductor will give out linen and tea,
And again I will not sleep, and again through the roar of the wheels
I will hear the word "Goodbye".

But a strange knock calls on the road
Maybe hearts, or maybe a knock on the door.
And when I turn around at the doorstep
I will only say one word "Believe".

But a strange knock calls on the road, Maybe hearts, or maybe a knock on the door.
And when I turn around at the doorstep
I will only say one word "Believe".

Words and music by Viktor Tsoi (C)

Execution by Alisher Saitov