We robbed together the same peasantís house, We penetrated by the same slit, - We have met like three foster-brothers, Which have never seen each other at all. For bread and water and freedom - Thanks to our Soviet nation! For the nights in the prison, the interrogations in the MUR - Thanks to our municipal prosecutor! We have been sent together to the port Nakodki, I shall be released tomorrow, they will release them tomorrow, - We have met, like three roubles for Vodka, And they went like Vodka for three. For bread and water and freedom - Thanks to our Soviet nation! For the nights in the prison, the interrogations in the MUR - Thanks to our municipal prosecutor! How well the white earth is organized! - Yesterday I have been mentioned in a command: Released five years earlier, - And the signature: "Voroshilov, Georgadse". For bread and water and freedom - Thanks to our Soviet nation! For the nights in the prison, the interrogations in the MUR - Thanks to our municipal prosecutor! But that is mathematics of the goods: I was after all condemned to twelve, - Seven were taken from my life, And five - given me back now! For bread and water and freedom - Thanks to our Soviet nation! For the nights in the prison, the interrogations in the MUR - Thanks to our municipal prosecutor!
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018