Dark is the night, only bullets that whine o'er the steppe, Just the cold wind that hums in the wires, stars that twinkle so dimly. On this dark night, darling, I know that you cannot sleep, By the cradle, a tear glints your cheek, in the lamplight so homely.
How I adore the depths of your tender dark eyes – Depths I’d explore if I were to be near my Venus! Dark is the night, that holds back the golden sunrise, And that gloomy, mysterious steppe that lies sprawled out between us.
I trust in you, in my darling, my sweetheart, my wife – And to know that you’re true, on this night, saves me from deadly weapons... Gladly, for me, in this knowledge I daunt deadly strife I know I can rely on your love, no matter what happens.
Death, where’s thy sting, when I know there’s an angel that keeps Wearing my ring, now the chaos is whirling round me… Knowing you’re there, by the cradle, my sweetheart who weeps – And your tear lets me know that your love will always surround me!