Тёмная ночь (Tyomnaya noch') (Angol translation)
Darkest of nights
Darkest of nights, only bullets swoosh by in the steppe,
Humming wind's in the cables again, only stars lightly twinkling.
In this pitch black, you, my love, I know sleepless again
While at our child's bed, tears away, you are furtively wiping.
Oh, how I love, that great depth of your kind, lovely eyes,
Oh, how I want, just to feel my lips pressed, a, gainst them,
Darkest of nights, is dividing us, honey, right now
The alarming black darkness of steppe, coming now straight between us.
I do believe, I believe in you, my dear sweetheart
In the dark night, this steadfast belief spared me from a bullet
I am overjoyed, battle's deadly, but I'm staying calm,
I know you will still greet me with love, should bad tidings befall me.
Death is no threat, meeting us all the time in the steppe,
There's she again, above me, darkly spinning-whirling,
At our child's bed, you are waiting for me still, my love,
That's why I know that no harm to me, can and will ever happen.
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