Bernard Ładysz - Bajkał

In the steppes beyond the wild Baikal,
Where they search for gold among the mountains,
A wanderer, cursing his fate,
Walked tiredly through the forest.

He escaped from prison in the night,
Where suffering drove him mad,
But he no longer had the strength to go on -
The Baikal stretched out before him.

The wanderer approaches the shore,
He boarded a fisherman's boat,
And sings of his homeland,
While a sad song travels the world.

Through the emptiness beyond the threatening Baikal,
The man walked with the last of his strength.
In the penal servitude, he crushed rocks,
He forgot who he is and who he was.

He escapes, and a pursuit follows him,
Each day getting closer to him.
On the road to the lights of freedom,
The expanse of Baikal extends.

Cursed cruel lake,
I curse the depths of your waters.
They will chain me, take me away,
To suffer misery and hunger.

He saw a little boat on the shore,
Someone abandoned it years ago.
Hope returns for the fugitive,
Baikal, I will conquer your evil.

Fate, have a bit of mercy,
He boarded the fragile little boat,
And sails towards his freedom,
God bless, may the wind favor him.