The spring arrived Which brought the river's swell Flooding the margin in taiga Where we dwelled. The versed surveying crew Of three Were caught off guard While being asleep The frist of us Was buried asleep Under the rocks And rooted trees I dragged out my second friend, While he was alive A huge trunk had crushed his spine... He died in my arms Eternal wanderings in the taiga, Countless nights and days, I fed on roots, pests fed on me, But I seeked the way. Then cold arrived With a new winter's breath The brave blood slows inside my veins. I feel the near unrelenting Death...