Deep in the mines of Siberia,
Keep your arrogant patience,
The noble intention of your thoughts.
And the painful labor will not disappear.
Unfortunate faithful sisters-hope,
Under the dark and damp pit,
Will awaken your perseverance and happiness,
Will definitely come, eager time:
Love and friendship are bound to cross.
The dark gate found you,
Like my voice of freedom
Come to your galley.
The heavy chains will be broken,
The prison will collapse-at the entrance to the prison,
Freedom will gladly shake your hand,
Brothers will give you swords.
2. To Natasha
Beautiful summer is fading away, fading away,
Bright days are flying;
The constant fog at night,
Diffuse in the shadow of a nap;
Fertile land is empty,
The frolicking stream is getting cold;
The gloomy forest is white with curly hair.
The sky looks dim and boundless.
Dear Natasha! Where are you?
Why can't I see you?
Don't you want to be with your bosom friends,
Share that * * * time?
No matter on the sparkling lake,
Or in the shade of fragrant oak trees,
Whether in the morning or at night,
I can't even see your beautiful image.
Soon, soon, cold winter,
Visit forests and fields;
In the smoky farmhouse,
The fire will soon burn very brightly;
But I still can't see her charm,
Like a yellowbird in a cage;
Sitting at home alone in frustration,
Deeply miss my Natasha!