| I was mated for the first time at the age of thirteen: | 
| I climbed into the stall - I wanted cinnamon buns. | 
| They threw bullshit on my luck, | 
| Then it went, it went | 
| Don't slow down, which means don't stop. | 
| Eh, crafts, zapadlo-teachers, | 
| Farewell, "cutter", and hello, stuffy special detention center. | 
| I disliked the bars so much | 
| That somehow dumped in the evening | 
| With a friend on the rack, it was fun for the two of us. | 
| A friend got cold feet halfway, | 
| I was not taken for fear, | 
| And I wandered from prison to prison. | 
| There he ate, rested, | 
| Then he tore his claws on a new one, | 
| And finally, in Kolyma, he climbed into a lair. | 
| Do you know, brother, what is she like, Kolyma? | 
| I feel sorry for those who do not know the end of this. | 
| Everyone says: - She is not the same. | 
| And I like permafrost, | 
| Although there is no taiga, the law is taiga, the bear is the master. | 
| Kyle, of course, is here, brother, it's harder to wave, | 
| But it's not worse than tearing a point in the allotment. | 
| Here in the summer heaps of meat, | 
| You can’t share a midge for everyone, | 
| Almost the whole year the lads go sledding. | 
| On the silvery Kolyma | 
| We don't miss prison | 
| Here our tears do not reach the ground, | 
| A rainbow hangs on them here, | 
| Ask Uncle Kozin | 
| And Uncle Kozin understands in this life. | 
| When I return to the mainland as a freeman, | 
| My star in the cold sky will not go out. | 
| Cracker will go under margarine, | 
| About what we'll talk about | 
| And remember the bright Nagaevskaya Bay. | 
| On the silvery Kolyma | 
| We don't miss prison | 
| Here our tears do not reach the ground, | 
| A rainbow hangs on them here, | 
| Ask Uncle Kozin | 
| And Uncle Kozin understands in this life. |