Youíve left me - fine! I will not miss ya,
Pray I wonít see you again!
Iím off to goldmines in Siberia,
Riding on a prisonersí train.
I know you wonít cry, wonít wait for me,
And you wonít miss me at all.
Thatís OK with me, here for my country
Iím gonna be digging gold.
Donít wait, I tell you, and donít dismay,
Donít waste your worries in vain.
Just remember: God help you, if one day
I will ever see you again!
I will do my time, yes, I will endure,
And will come out free, just like that.
But Iím now inside, properly secured,
And Iím gonna try to forget.
Here are the storms and the blue winters,
I will live through them and through you.
Behind me - seven thousand kilometers,
And ahead - seven years of blue.