Will you heat up the bath-hut, the "white" way,
I’ve been off from the wide for so long,
I’ll feel giddy, and then, to me, heady,
A hot vapor, no, a cold bail, will loosen the tongue.

Will you heat up the bath-hut, good lady -
I will anger myself, getting warm.
Up the benchskirts, close to the very edge,
I’ll exterminate all pangs of qualm.

I will slacken off up to indecency,
Then - a cold bail to set vein at rest.
And the brand of the Stalin Cult days, again,
Will show blue, tattooed, on the left breast.

Will you heat up the bath-hut, the "white" way,
I’ve been off from the wide for so long.
I’ll feel giddy, and then, to me, heady,
A hot vapor will loosen the tongue.

So much faith has been toppled, so much wood’s been felled,
Lots of grief tasted, lots of tracks passed.
Stalin’s profile stands out on the left breast,
On the right one - Marinka en face.

For my selfless devotion and steadfast faith
Years and years I enjoyed "paradise",
Having bartered away utter foolishness
For a gloomy, unbearable life.

Will you heat up the bath-hut, the "white" way,
I’ve been off from the wide for so long,
I’ll feel giddy, and then, to me, heady,
A hot vapor will loosen the tongue.

I remember myself, on an early morn,
Having time just to yell: Bro, help out!
And two guards drove me off my Siberian home
To another Siberian spot.

Later, be it in marshes or quarries,
Suffocating from tears and from grass,
Close to hearts we tattooed Stalin’s profiles
So he heard throbbing break our hearts.

Don’t you heat up the bath-hut the "white" way,
I’ve been off from the wide for so long,
I’ll feel giddy, and then, to me, heady,
A hot vapor will loosen the tongue.

What a chill through a scrupulous story!
Steam’s dispelled all the thoughts from my head.
From the mist of a cold, cruel history
I am dipping into hot, eddy haze.

Doubts are painfully hammering under crown
Whether I should have branded myself,
And I heartily lash with a birch-twig truss
Against the heritage of the Dark Age.

Will you heat up the bath-hut, the "white" way,
I’ve been off from the wide for so long,
I’ll feel giddy, and then, to me, heady,
A hot vapor, no, a cold bail, will loosen the tongue.