Текст песни Марк Бернес - Темная ночь

Dark night, only bullets whistling on the steppe,
Only the wind buzzes in the wires, dim stars flicker.
In the dark night you, love, know, do not sleep
And the baby cots are secretly sailing.
How I love the depth of your tender eyes.
As I want to cuddle with them now lips.
Dark night shares, Favorite, us,
And the alarming black steppe rangive between us ...

I believe in you, at my expensive girlfriend.
This faith from the bullet was darkened at night.
Joyfully me, I am calm in death -
I know, you will meet me with love that it happened to me.
Death is not terrible - with her more than once we met in the steppe.
So now I need it to spin.
You wait for me and do not sleep with a baby bed.
And, so, I know, nothing will happen to me.