It’s all behind: the city jail and court,
The prosecutor, my attorney, judges.
I’m now just waiting, Waiting to be called
And transferred somewhere to work without wages.

So, my mom, she starts to weep,
Starts to guess and tries to think,
To where, to where they will send me
And my mom, she starts to weep,
But I, myself, don’t give a shit
To where, to where they will send me

To Vorkuta1 all shipping goes forever,
A little faster if to Magadan2,
But there everyone Is such a scumbag, vermin, pervert,
That I for sure can kiss my mail good-bye.

So, my mom, she starts to weep,
Starts to guess and tries to think,
To where, to where they will send me
And my mom, she starts to weep,
But I, myself, don’t give a shit
To where, to where they will send me

But now I hear: it’s time, they came for me.
The door is opened, and they take me from my sleep.
And now they will, oh, yes, they will, Will transfer me...
But where, of that these bitches hardly ever speak.

So, my mom, she starts to weep,
Starts to guess and tries to think,
To where, to where they will send me
And my mom, she starts to weep,
But I, myself, don’t give a shit
To where, to where they will send me

We have arrived: the railway station’s hum.
At least tobacco is not yet at shortage.
So finally, they told us where we go: Tmutarakan3,
The Kola Tundra in the Murmansk Oblast4.

And my mom, she starts to weep,
Starts to guess and tries to think,
To where, to where they will send me...
Dear Mom, please stop your weep,
Better try to guess and think
Of when will I return from my long trip!