Конь [Kon'] [English translation]

I will depart with my steed through the field in the night

Into the darkness of night we'll go quietly

With the horse we'll stroll across the field together,

With the horse we'll stroll across the field together

On this night the field is filled with stellar bliss

Not a soul can be seen in the field

Just we and the horse are strolling through the field,

Just we and the horse are strolling through the field

I'll sit atop my steed

You'll carry me through that vast field

Through that endless field of mine,

Through that endless field of mine

Let me gaze upon it one more time

There where the field gives birth to the break of day

Ah, the lingonberry's light, the crimson dawn

Could this spot be real.. or is it not?

My precious field, and its springs

The lights of distant villages

The golden rye and the curly flax

I am enchanted by you Russia, so in love.

There will be a good harvest this year

There was every kind of thing , all sorts going on

Sing on gold rye, sing on curly flax

Sing of how I'm so enchanted by Russia.

Sing on gold rye, sing on curly flax…

We are strolling through the field with my steed together.