Tjomnaja Noch
Mark Bernes
Dark Night
It's a dark night, just puli whistling along the steps
Only the wind hums in the wires, the dim stars die away
In the dark night you, my beloved, know I don't sleep
I'm in a baby's crib and you're crying
how I love the depth of your gentle eyes
How do I want to press my lips to him now?
The dark night divides, beloved, us
and an alarming black step passed between us
very much to you, my dear friend
This faith from the bullets kept me in the dark night
I am happy, I am calm in the deathbed boy
I know, I love you, that I am not happy with you
Death is not scary, it does not strike me in my steps
vot and now I need it, it's spinning
You're crying, I can't sleep in the baby's crib
I know, poetically, that I don’t like the niche
