Закрытые двери [Zakrytyie Dveri] [English translation]

We've seen a lot of roads in life,

We've grown stronger and we've grown up.

But on the road, summer leads to winter,

And winter leads into a wall.

And still we beliеve we're not forgotten,

We knock on doors, yet the doors are locked tight.

Why are they locked? That's what I don't understand.

Maybe, we were invited and then forgotten,

And maybe we ought to be more insistent,

And then, surely, they'll hear us and open the doors.

And now, years have become minutes,

And, little by little, we've gotten tired of knocking.

Once again, winter will descend on this land,

No one will hear, no one will unlock the doors.

But maybe there's a different way to knock here,

Or maybe, it's just that no one's been home for a long time?

The road promises you no return,

A return would give no forgiveness to you.

And still you refuse to believe we're forgotten,

And you bang on the doors, though your hands are all bruised.

You are unarmed and you are unwanted,

And all that's left for you is the night and the winter's chill...

• Artist:Mashina vremeni