Gulag! No human emotions dwell in this hell No sympathy, no dignity Never-ending hunger and burning cold Mangle the body, deform the soul Forced labor camps like pens Bulging with condemned men Endless, inhumane toil To dig the frozen soil Human lives despoiled Reduced to skin and bones Frigid hearts turn to stone All hope is cast aside Already dead inside No way to survive Far-left utopia turns to dystopia Principles sold for the glitter of gold Hundreds of thousands succumb in the machine A sacrifice to ensure the gears keep turning Rapacious hunger, unquenchable thirst Resources plundered by labour coerced The system gorges on the convicts' starvation Its gluttony prevents all chance of salvation Kolyma! Unforgiving winter cold Siberian storm winds blow The hunger – it grows, it grows! Prisoners may live or die Bitter end so meaningless Death no longer terrifies Embrace the rimed caress Still the gold – it glows, it glows! Countless convicts fill the mines People disposed of like scum Multitudes forfeit their lives Worth less than dung