Włóczęga [English translation]

Where Baykal from sea here reaches,

Thru snow, a gale and night,

Roams a hunched wanderer

Bearing his accursed lot.

To shore of the Baykal approaches,

Recalls his family home.

With his last forces gets into a boat,

Closes his hand on the oars.

Arrives, somebody came out to meet him,

Who’s waiting, his heart have guessed by now.

Ah, well met, my mother dearest.

Are my father and brother well?

Where Baykal from sea here reaches,

Thru snow, a gale and night,

Roamed a hunched wanderer

Bearing his accursed lot.

Roamed a hunched wanderer

Bearing his accursed lot.