The immense extension of the stages
covered by white snow are
and the walls are from this presidio
so high that not even the sun can be seen
the cells by the snow are covered
and inside a cell a man is
his feverish eyes see ghosts
and sing a song that makes you cry
Sonia, Sonia your black hair
in dreams a thousand times kiss me
I will never forget you
you of the volga are beautiful flower.
Sonia, Sonia my existence dies
locked in this great prison
and before the snow presses my heart
I want to get to you my curse.
When you were my wife I loved you
and with my love life I gave you
and blind of pacion did not guess
that vile betrayal that surprised
your lips from other lips were prey
and to a man I saw that the neck you cling
then my dagger undi in his chest
and the jues only to me I condemn
Sonia, Sonia I do not know if there is
nothing of this world comes to me
alone, hordes of Cossacks
and hungry wolves are here
although my memory in your memory
for being your bliss no longer this
in your dreams which ghost will appear
and this story will remind you ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)