I will leave in the night to the field with a horse
Through the dark night we will silently walk
We will go with the horse across the field together
We will go with a horse across the field together
At night the field is full of stars' bliss
No one could be seen in the field
Only me and the horse are walking through the field
Only me and the horse are walking through the field
I will saddle up on my horse
You carry me through the field all across
Through my endless field
Through my endless field
Let me take a single look
At where the field gives birth to the dawn
Ah a cowberry-colored light, oh a scarlet dawn
Either does that place exist or does not
Oh my dear field and the springs
Lights of distant villages are seen
Golden rye and curly flax
I am enamoured of you, Russia, enamoured.
There will be a good fruitful year
Different it was, and different will pass
Sing gold rye, sing curly flax
Sing of how I'm enamoured of Russia.
Sing gold rye, sing oh curly flax…
I am walking across the field with a horse