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.
Itís all over now. No more clacking wheels.
As the railroad tracks disappear.
I canít even howl out the pain I feel:
Tears are gone for the next seven years.
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.