Song of the open door
When the beastly blizzards roar –
angrily and often,
there’s no need to lock the door,
leave the door wide open.
And if your road is stretching far,
a grueling road, supposing,
remember – leave your door ajar,
don’t walk away and close it.
And as you leave in calm of night,
without a thought, in earnest:
allow your soul to come alight,
with pinewood in the furnace.
Let every wall be warm again,
each bench be soft and friendly…
A closed door isn’t worth a cent,
a lock – less than a penny!
~Bulat Okudzhava (1959)