Oh how I hate the leader's voice

A prisoner like me

Quick looks through the window show me

Gas towers in the dawn

They seem to hang about the prison wall

Seem to hang about the prison wall



And when the columns marching

To the place where we work so hard

Out in the cold, I am so tired

This wintertime has no end

The sound of the boots is always there

It keeps waking me up



The short hair that I wear is frozen in the wind

And my brain feels the same

My moves electrified by rail track work all day

I'm longing to kill the time

I blame you for my misery

This little, little misery



I don't fear the tears that gather in my head

They mean the sadness of this place

I laugh and wonder about the good things deep within me

Oh just a little misery



And when the columns marching from the place we work

Out in the cold I am so tired

The sound of the boots is always there

If keeps waking me up

I blame you for my misery

This little, little misery,



I don't fear the tears that gather in my head

They mean the sadness of this place

I laugh and wonder about the good things deep within me

Oh just a little misery



I blame you for my misery

This little, lithe misery



A few years later lurking in my dreams

Winter, pounding from the boots

At every step they take a smell of gas and coal

Under the command of stupid guards