Wait a minute, train,.do not knock, wheels Conductor, hit the brakes. I am tying in hurry, sick and hungry To stand in front of my mother's eyes.
Do not wait for me, mother, your good son, But wait for me - a scoundrel and a thief! I am sucked by the prison's quagmire And my life is an eternal prison ...
If they lock me in the jail, I will break the bars And let the moon's corrupted light shines, Anyway, I will run away.
And if I fall in a prison's bed, I will suffer and i will die. And you will not come to me, my mother dear, To embrace me, to kiss me.
Wait a minute, train, Wheels, do not knock Conductor, hit the brakes. I am hurrying to my mother with a last salute