Youíve left me - fine! I will not miss ya, Pray I wonít see you again! Iím off to goldmines in Siberia, Riding on a prisonersí train. I know you wonít cry, wonít wait for me, And you wonít miss me at all. Thatís OK with me, here for my country Iím gonna be digging gold.         Donít wait, I tell you, and donít dismay, Donít waste your worries in vain. Just remember: God help you, if one day I will ever see you again! I will do my time, yes, I will endure, And will come out free, just like that. But Iím now inside, properly secured, And Iím gonna try to forget. Here are the storms and the blue winters, I will live through them and through you. Behind me - seven thousand kilometers, And ahead - seven years of blue.
© Vadim Astrakhan. Translation, 2008
© Vadim Astrakhan. Performance, 2009