Young Cossack:
Listen, Maria! My dear!
You’ve put your fate into my hands,
I can not give it to you,
what you dreamed , what you deserved.
*CHORUS: The sun is low, the evening is near
I will smile to you, my dear! **
(Sontze nizen'ko, vechir blizen'ko
Spishu to tebe, moye serdien!)
Young Cossack:
I’m a prisoner myself, like you
It is not in my power to decide my fate
Your fate has long been sealed
The bottom of the well is destined to you
CHORUS: The sun is low...
Young Cossack:
Hey! My servant, faithful Vasylisa!
Tie dear Maria up, let her stop wriggling
Before I start the bloody ritual
I want her to listen to me carefully
Young Cossack:
I will tell you dear Maria!
Beautiful like endless wild steppes
A sad story, a ballad about love
Let it sweeten the fading moments of your life.
Listen!