Włóczęga [English translation]

Where Baikal from the sea here goes

Through the snow, storm and night

Walks hunched over tramp

Heaving cursed his fate

To shore of Lake Baikal approaches

Family remembers your home

Last ounce of strength getting into the boat

On the paddle clamped his hand

Flows, someone came out to meet him

Someone is waiting on a heart already guessed

Oh, hello my dearest mother

Is healthy my father and brother

Where Baikal from the sea here goes

Through the snow, storm and night

He walked hunched over tramp

Heaving cursed his fate

He walked hunched over tramp

Heaving cursed his fate