Shroosh the shovel goes in,
Chumpf the shovel comes out.
Fear and hunger all around,
Nobody knows North and South.

Make a mistake you never come back.
Keep digging is what we’re told,
The snow makes it harder.
Then comes the cold.

Struggle is nonexistent for some,
A stick which sentenced us to death.
From the day we were born,
Till our final breath.

The cold is the greatest killer,
Our boots were getting wet and soggy.
They tied us up to a tree,
The wolves then arrive and the air goes foggy…