Dark Night
Composer: Nikita Bogoslovsky
Lyrics: Vladimir Agatov
Dark night, only bullets whistle on steppe,
Only the wind hoots in wires, stars flicker dimly.
In dark night, I know, you, my love, do not sleep,
And at a cot secretly you wipe tear.
Oh how I love depth of your tender eyes,
Oh how I wish to nestle on them now by my lips!
Dark night divides, my love, us,
And the disturbing, black steppe has lain between us.
I trust in you, my dear,
This belief stored me from a bullet …