Бродяга [Brodyaga] [English translation]

Along the wild steps near Baikal

Where they dig gold in the hills

A fugitive of damned fate

drags along with his bag on his shoulders

He escaped from prison in the darkness of night

He suffered in prison for truth

He has not enough strength to go further

Before him stretches Lake Baikal.

The fugitive approaches Baikal

He takes a fishing boat

And start a sad song

He sings something about our native land

The fugitive arrived at Baikal

To meet his motherland

Hello, Hello, little mother

Are my father and brother well?

Your father has been in his grave a long time

He is buried in the damp earth

And your brother has been a long time in Siberia

His chains have been rattling for a long time.