Each and every thing
goes in its trodden trail:
Speak of what ye think -
and they’ll send you to jail,

Thieve - and also ye’ll
spend your time being locked,
Know a dangerous field -
and one day ye’ll be shot.

I believed in a short while the labor camps must be
Out of sight, out of sight,
But it turned out I came to this town blurred and dusty
With no life, with no life.

Crowds of people walk here but no person seems human,
Every look’s blank and dim.
I looked at the black faces appeared in the gloom and
Saw nor strangers nor kin.

Each and every thing
goes in its trodden trail:
Speak of what ye think -
and they’ll send you to jail,

Thieve - and also ye’ll
spend your time being locked,
Know a dangerous field -
and one day ye’ll be shot.

So why said I rude words to my star for its keenness?
What a sham, what a sham!
So why yearned I for so many years for deliverance
In the camp, in the camp?

Crowds of people walk here but no person seems human,
Every look’s blank and dim.
I looked at the black faces appeared in the gloom and
Saw nor strangers nor kin.