That spring just started budding,
We hardly were parting,
And every soul felt trapped inside the chest.
But two came to my doorstep:
An escort, an escort.
"Get out", they said, "Five minutes to get dressed."

I begged the officer that took me in:
"Don’t take me out of and away from spring!"

I sweated past late April,
Unwilling to sign papers,
For forty days I beat around the bush.
But then, a dropping cleaver:
They took my Katerína,
And suddenly they got me on the hook.

I knew: I’m walking on thin ice.
Please show me spring at least through window glass!

And so again train stations,
Freight wagons, and processions;
The joints of rails are counting down my way.
But here, behind the window,
Are birch trees and green willows.
"Do not forget," they’re trying best to say.

Along the way the boys would wave and cheer.
Why are you taking me away from spring?

I looked at Kate intently:
"We’re leaving!" "I’m not ready."
"No, Katya, I can’t live without my spring!"
And Katya quickly whispered:
"Enough of this, sufficient."
And to the taiga that same night we slipped.

How tenderly she took us under wing!
So, that is how you are, my darling spring!

But on the morn those snitches
Picked up our trail, those bitches,
Like dogs, picked up our trail and we were clubbed.
Can’t move no legs nor fingers:
They tied and dragged us, bitches,
Like carrion they dragged us through the mud.

I understood I won’t see any dreams,
I’m now completely hidden from my spring.