Trio Gintrowski Kaczmarski Łapiński - Zesłanie studentów

Under a big map of the Empire
Everyone rests as he can
We finish, at close Siberia,
Shortened course of geography.

He who can, sleeps on the way
Heavy as a lesson of history
On the big, empty floor
Entrance exam of katorga.

The youngest, at the map like a window
He looks, reading out the letters
He builds the way back
Through the white versts of paper.

Two others, they sat together
They torture themselves in wet clothes
How could they show to their father
Bad marks for behaviour.

This one took off his shoes, rubbed his fingers
This one sways his numb leg
This one still thinks about fighting
This one writes odyssey already.

And the soldier, drunk as a log
He sleeps and he threw away his gun
Even in his delirium he knows
That they have nowhere to run.

Overcoats a sentence too big
A stick that blackened from the dampness
Books, travel bundles
Under the big map of the Empire.