I’ll see you in the gulag
In a year or two

I’ll pay for all my protests
And so will you

Before you say you know me
Consider this
We will never feel joy again

We‘ll be starved, we’ll be beaten
And we’ll pray for the death
That will come
In a ditch or in our bed

I’ll see you in the gulag
In a month or two

It doesn’t really matter
What we do

I’ll see you in the gulag
In a day or two