The Earth is so vast,
Spacious , lovely !
And my prison is
Dark and stinking.
A bird is in the sky
Soars to the clouds.
On the floor I lie ,
My hands are chained.
A flower grows in freedom,
Sweet it smells!
A languish in prison,
My breath fails.
Victorious force of life !
I know life is sweet.
And I die in prison.
That song is
My last.

The original of the poem is in Crimean Tatar.

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