Ignoring the reasons,
Ignoring the rules,
I run to the prison
To find there my youth.

And nothing is better
Than water and bread,
Than stony shelter,
Than life of the dead.

I walk in the courtyard
With ball on my leg;
I feel it became part
Of me. I've been ragged.

My punishment's over,
My life's over too;
I know I am lower
Than sickest of fools.

I'm free without freedom,
I'm locked in myself;
I'm king without kingdom,
I'm made for the cell.

Two hundreds in wrong way,
One minute to end...
The last words I will say:
"I'm free from this land!"