In our close circle not everybody came in,
And once I - damned be the date -
I brought him with me and said:
"He is with me - pour him something to drink, lads!"

He drank as everybody and was obiously glad,
And we - received him like a brother...
And he sold us all by contract, -
I made a mistake - beg pardon, my friends!

I don’t remember the court - it was unendurable,
Then - barracks, cold as the grave, -
It seems to me - all around completely night,
It was really worse than that.

I preserve at least a rest of strength, -
He thinks - from here there is no return,
He buried us too early, -
He made a mistake - trust me, lads!

And the day will come - night doesn’t last a year, -
I shall beg of you, when retribution comes:
"I brought him here however -
So leave him to me, friends!.."