Конь [Kon'] [English translation]

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