I’ve not managed to last out my first term yet
I’ll get another year or maybe four
Lads, send me a letter - please, I’m set:
How are things in that free world of yours?

What do you drink? We hardly drink a thing!
Here it even snows in summer...
Lads, please tell me everything
Nothing happens here; it’s a bummer.

Oh I miss you in lots and lots of ways -
I want to see your faces very dearly!
And Nadyukha, who’s she with nowadays?
If she’s single, tell her write to me quickly.

Only the Final Judgment is so scary!
A letter would be a lifeline for me -
Maybe, I won’t get it - they’ll be wary.
But, lads, please just write to me!