In the depths of the Siberian ores
Store proud patience,
Not lost your sad work
And doom the highest aspiration.
Unfortunately faithful sister,
Hope in a dark dungeon
Wake cheerfulness and fun,
There will come a time to welcome:
Love and fellowship to you
Reach through the gloomy gates,
In your convict burrows
My voice comes free.
Fetters heavy fall,
Dungeons collapse - and freedom
You will happily at the entrance,
And the brothers will give you a sword.
