Михаил Круг — Идет Этап

You'll come up to the fence, You'll wave your hand at me, You'll smile as always, And cry out: "Hello!" "Hello, my kind one, Hello, my dear one!" Don't be sad — it's all clear anyway.

Last time I looked out the window: The rain was pouring hard. We looked at each other and stayed silent. Down your cheeks ran Drops of summer rain, Or maybe tears — tears of sorrow.

The convoy is moving. The convoy is moving.

It goes into such darkness, To the Solikamsk prison, I often see "White Swan" In a nightmare dream. The bastards run rampant, I've gone gray more than once, I thought of you — that's how I survived.

Only to you alone, my dear, I strove with all my soul. Only before you I pray, I ask forgiveness. I understand your grief, But you're waiting, and I'll return, And for now for us there's sorrow and regret.

The convoy is moving. The convoy is moving. The convoy is moving.