1
The night is short,
The clouds are t’mort.
And lies in handbreadth mine
Your hand unfamiliar sort.
After the alert
Town sleeps well.
I heard random waltz melody
Looked in here for an hour such short.
Refrain
Even though you are unread yet tome
And far from here is my family home
I seem once to be again now
Near home at my native small town.
At this empty cold hall
We dance alone night whole
So tell me the word now
I don\'t know what about.
2
We\'ll circle bends
Sing and make friends.
I completely forgot rules of dancing,
And I ask to excuse my movements.
Morning again
Back to campaign;
Leaving your small and tenderly town,
I will pass by your lovely gate.
Refrain
1943, Stalingrad