My mother, if only I had known

1. My mother, if I had known, ; How difficult the fate of a soldier is, ; I would have escaped to America. ; I would not be locked up in solitary confinement now. ; ; 2. Here I sit on the hard bunk, ; Like a shower, my tears fall one after another, ; I sigh, but not even God hears, ; My fate is difficult, alas, no one takes pity on me.