Тёмная ночь [Tyomnaya noch'] [English translation]

Pitch-dark’s the night, bullets whistling all over the steppe.

Sweeping through is the wuthering wind and the stars are a-glimmer.

This pitch-dark night, I know, darling, that you are awake,

You are sombrely rocking the cradle, tears covertly wiping.

I am so fond of the warmth in your fathomless eyes,

How I long to caress them with my kisses!

Darling, the night is so ruthlessly sundering us,

And this perilous and pitch-black steppe's the abyss that’s between us.

You are my rock…

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(to be completed)

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Is this a valiant attempt to come up with a "singable" text?