Dark night, only the bullets whistle through the steppe,
Only the wind buzzes in the wires, the stars twinkle faintly.
In the dark night you, my love, I know that you do not sleep,
And in the cradle you secretly wipe a tear.
How I love the depth of your tender eyes,
How I want to stick my lips there now!
The dark night separates us, my love,
And the disturbing and black steppe stretches between us.
I believe in you, in my dear friend,
This faith has kept me from a bullet in a dark night...
I am content, I am calm in the mortal fight,
I know that you will meet me with love, no matter what happens to me.
Death is not terrible, we have met it more than once in the steppe.
And now it turns on me.
You wait for me and do not sleep in the cradle,
And so I know: nothing will happen to me!