Тёмная ночь [Tyomnaya noch'] [English translation]

Dark is the night, bullets whistling over the steppe

Only wind wails through telephone wires, the stars shimmering dimly

On this dark night, my love is not asleep, yes I know

Near the cradle you sit and you cry, wiping away your tears

How much I love the far depths of your soulful eyes

How much I want to feel the warmth of your tender lips

Dark is the night, it's the rift between me and my love

And this shadowy unceasing steppe, it cuts deeply between us

I trust in you, you're my dearest and most loving friend

This belief has protected me from, multifarious bullets

I'm happy now, and I'm calm in this fatal battle

And I'm sure that you'll meet me with love

Regardless what will happen

I don't fear death, I've met him many times on the steppe

He's always here and he circles 'round relentlessly

You wait for me, and you sit near the cradle my love

And that's why I can be so assured, that nothing bad will happen