Night will tear the aching threads
I don't think I will live till morning
I'm begging you, please write,
Please write a few words, Nurse
Write to the little boy named Vova
That I'm sending him all the kisses
And that I'm saving an Austrian helmet from Lviv
To give to him as a present
Write to my poor wife
Write at least a few words to her
That I was wounded non-lethally in my arm
That I'm getting better and will be healthy soon
And write to my father separately
That my entire valiant regiment perished
That I was mortally wounded, shot through the chest
While carrying out my military duty
I'm begging you, please write,
Please write a few words, Nurse
I'm begging you, please write,
Please write a few words, Nurse