Song of the open door

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)