Tjomnaja Noch

dark night, only bullets whistle across the steppe
dark night, only the wind hums in the wires, dim stars are dying
in the dark night, my beloved, I know you're not sleeping
and by the child's bed, quietly, you wipe away tears
how I love the depth of your tender eyes

how I want to press my lips to them now
dark night separates us, my love
and the anxious black steppe lies between us
I believe in you, my dear friend

this faith from the bullets kept me in the dark night
joyfully, I am calm in mortal combat
I know, you will meet me with love, whatever happens to me
death is not scary, we have met it in the steppe before

and now it circles behind me
you wait for me, and by the child's bed you're not sleeping
and that's why, I know, nothing will happen to me