Beyond Siberia again Siberia
Beyond Siberia again Siberia,
beyond impenetrable forest again forest.
And beyond it waste ground,
where a blizzard of snow breaks loose.

The blizzard has handcuffs, and the snowstorm
has a knife which kills at once . . .
I will die, pay a debt
for others who live somewhere,

out of spite, out of fear and terror,
out of pain, out of a nameless grave . . .
Beyond the wall another wall,
on the wall stopped dead one sentinel.