We robbed together the same peasant’s house,
We penetrated by the same slit, -
We have met like three foster-brothers,
Which have never seen each other at all.

For bread and water and freedom -
Thanks to our Soviet nation!
For the nights in the prison, the interrogations in the MUR -
Thanks to our municipal prosecutor!

We have been sent together to the port Nakodki,
I shall be released tomorrow, they will release them tomorrow, -
We have met, like three roubles for Vodka,
And they went like Vodka for three.

For bread and water and freedom -
Thanks to our Soviet nation!
For the nights in the prison, the interrogations in the MUR -
Thanks to our municipal prosecutor!

How well the white earth is organized! -
Yesterday I have been mentioned in a command:
Released five years earlier, -
And the signature: "Voroshilov, Georgadse".

For bread and water and freedom -
Thanks to our Soviet nation!
For the nights in the prison, the interrogations in the MUR -
Thanks to our municipal prosecutor!

But that is mathematics of the goods:
I was after all condemned to twelve, -
Seven were taken from my life,
And five - given me back now!

For bread and water and freedom -
Thanks to our Soviet nation!
For the nights in the prison, the interrogations in the MUR -
Thanks to our municipal prosecutor!