In the camp all terms are brought to end,
And there is a short and blunt
On the crosswise boarded up camp’s gate
Notice: “All gone to the front”.

All our sins they will forgive-forget
Since our people is of the kind:
If there’s danger to the Motherland
All are going to fight.

If and while you are a lucky one
One year’s counted for three.
To the front the guards have also gone
Free from playing trickery.

And Berezkin, our master-guard,
Of big-headedness a bloke
With the soul which is cross-boarded up,
Also has gone with the folk.

Rather at the rear he’d have been,
Brave at camp but not at front.
The tribunal has awarded him
For self-shooting to be shot.

As to us, - the trust we justified
And an award there was:
Medals out of bronze for them survived,
And the dead obtained the cross.

Other prisoners will come and gaze,
And in some way they’ll respond
To our destiny’s remembrance glazed -
Notice: “All gone to the front”.