Itís been this way since Time began, time began: Take more than an inch And youíll hang, and youíll hang; Steal and in a cell You will rot, you will rot; Know too much then, well, Youíll be shot, youíll be shot. I believed in a short while the prison camps must be Out of sight, out of sight - But I came to this town thatís so murky and dusty With no life, with no life. Crowds of people walked round but they didnít seem human, With their eyes blank and dim. I looked at the black faces that passed in the gloom and They werenít strangers or kin. Itís been this way since Time began, time began: Take more than an inch And youíll hang, and youíll hang; Steal and in a cell You will rot, you will rot; Know too much then, well, Youíll be shot, youíll be shot. And so why did I curse my sad fate for no reason? What a sham, what a sham! And so why did I yearn for so long for my freedom In the camps, in the camps? Crowds of people walked round but they didnít seem human, With their eyes blank and dim. I looked at the black faces that passed in the gloom and They werenít strangers or kin.
© Margaret & Stas Porokhnya. Translation, 2008