The Earth is so vast,
Spacious, lovely!
And my prison is
Dark and stinking.
A bird in the sky
Soars to the clouds.
On the floor I lie,
My hands are chained.
A flower grows in freedom.
Sweet it smells!
I languish in prison,
My breath fails.
Victorious force of life!
I know life is sweet.
And I die in prison.
This song is my last.
August 1943