While serving hard labor
I drank strong tea from mugs
Convicts made me a favor-
I got used to some drugs
Never flattered to warders
Never swelled but one day
I got fed up with borders
And became runaway

Deep woods around and brown- brown bears
Broke fucking loose, and so it's a spring
And only raven cries in the air
A gulp of freedom as a bottle of drink

Amidst thicket and mares
I forgot current date
Laughing stock for the hares
I swore badly my fate
Never suffering a fail
Now lacking a knife
I was untouched by jail
I was let down by life

No hope for the grace
Alas, something went wrong
I hear dogs took the trace
Their jaws wide and strong
Glad to see you, Chief Warder
I see sneer on your face.
I return to set order -
Hey, dirt get off my place.