Dark is the night, only bullets are whistling in steppe.
Only wind hoots in wires above and the stars're dimly blinking...
In the dark night I do know that you couldn't sleep,
And before child's bed quietly you're wiping your tears.
Dark is the night, only bullets are whistling in steppe.
Only wind hoots in wires above and the stars're dimly blinking...
In the dark night I do know that you couldn't sleep,
And before child's bed quietly you're wiping your tears.