Ночь светла [Noch' svetla] [English translation]

Night is lit, as the Moon softly shines o'er the stream,

And a shallow blue wave shimmers with silver gleam.

Woods are dark. In the quiet of emerald boughs

Nightingale doesn't sing trilling songs, doesn't rouse.

Light-blue flowers have bloomed there under the Moon,

They've awakened sweet dreams in my heart not too soon.

As a daydream I fly to you, whispering your name,

When I'm sad about you, dear friend, yet again.

Night is lit, as the Moon softly shines o'er the stream,

And a shallow blue wave shimmers with silver gleam.

In a foreign abode in a moonlit night dream,

Dear friend, gentle friend, sometimes, please, think of me.