тёмная ночь

Dark night, only bullets whistle across the steppe
Only the wind hums in the wires, dimly the stars twinkle
In the dark night, my beloved, I know you're not sleeping
And by the child's crib, secretly you wipe away a tear

How I love the depth of your tender eyes
How I want to press my lips to them now
The dark night separates us, my love
And the anxious black steppe lies between us

I believe in you, my dear friend
This faith has protected me from the bullet in the dark night
I am joyful, I am calm in mortal combat
I know you will meet me with love, no matter what happens to me
Death is not frightening, we have met with it in the steppe before
Now it hovers over me
You wait for me, not sleeping by the child's crib
And that's why I know nothing will happen to me