“Hey, chauffeur, drive to Butyrka Settlement,
Where the prison is, and be quick in it!”
“It’s too late for seeing it: for the whole year, ye’ve been mistaken, friend,
They’ve dismantled Butyrka Prison for bricks.”
“Oh, it’s sad, I’ve gotten a thought this morning
To inspect the favorite haunts of mine...
Well, there’s nothing to be done, then to Taganka Prison we’re going,
There I’ve also spent a lot of time.”
“It’s again late: there’s no more that prison now,
To the ground, Taganka has been razed.”
“Well, chauffeur, then turn your car, we’re going back as that’s how things are,
As there are no signs of bygone days.
“But, chauffeur, let’s have a smoke before it
Or, toss off some glasses in a tavern.
So we’re drinking to the time, when there are no more prisons in Rossia,
When our earth has no more labor camps!”