Текст песни Симфония Баха - Номер 2

The gates will open before me -
How many years have I been waiting for this moment!
To never hear
A shrill scream of the escort.
I will walk the wide path
That leads to the desired freedom.
Clutching your cider in your hand
I'll look at the bird flight

The sun shines brightly on me, warming my soul,
And in its slanting rays the snow melts quickly.
I will go out, go out in the spring, breaking ice in puddles,
I'm going home - a free man!

The smells of herbs will intoxicate me
And in the wild expanse of fields.
And it doesn't matter at all who was right
Everything will change in my life!
I will look at the huge sky:
There the steel does not cut his tails.
I'll stand and go to the station
Leaving sadness behind.

And then there will be a holiday of the soul:
Clinking glasses, laughing old friends.
We raise our glasses to life
Forgetting the fear of prison nights
Forgetting the echoing chamber moan,
What makes you feel hot or shiver
That with death will come in unison,
Throwing only lies around the prison.