All’s left behind - the trial and the cell,
Attorneys, judges - all in their raiment,
And now I wait, now await to be somewhere sent,
Be sent to work for free, without payment.

Mother of mine begins to cry,
Begins to think, begins to sigh,
To where, to where I shall be sent;
Mother of mine begins to cry,
But I care not - to me it’s nigh
All one what camp I shall be sent.

To Vorkuta all parcels go slow,
To Magadan it’s a bit faster, yet
There are such bitches, scoundrels, louses - no,
There you will nothing get at any rate.

Mother of mine begins to cry,
To think and guess to where I,
To where, to where I shall be sent;
Mother of mine begins to cry,
But I care not - to me it’s nigh
All one to where I shall be sent.

I hear steps - it seems they come for me,
They open the door, wake up from sleeping,
Right now to some place escorted I will be,
Still on the place the rats are silence keeping.

Mother of mine begins to cry,
To think and guess to where I,
To where, to where I shall be sent;
Mother of mine begins to cry,
But I care not - to me it’s nigh
All one to where I shall be sent.

We have arrived, - oppression and abuse,
Thank God for the tobacco is not over,
And they have told that they deliver us to use
Back and beyond a distant place of Kola.

Mother of mine begins to cry,
Begins to think, begins to sigh
To where, to where I shall be sent;
Mother of mine, don’t cry nor sigh,
Let’s better think about the time,
The time when all of it is come to end.