At night I will take my horse to the field.
During the dark night we will walk quietly.
We will walk with the horse,
Along the field together.

At night there are a myriad stars in the field,
Nobody is to be seen in the field.
Only the horse and me
Are walking along the field.

I will mount my horse,
Take me along the field.
Along the boundless
Field of mine.

Let me see for once,
Where the field gives birth to the dawn.
Oh, the foxberry colour,
Scarlet dawn.
Either that place exists or it doesn''t.

Field of mine, springs,
The lights of distant villages.
Golden rye and curly flax.
I''m in love with you, Russia, in love.

The bread-bearing year will be kind.
All kinds of things happened, all kinds will pass.
Sing,golden rye, sing, curly flax,
Sing about how I am in love with Russia.
Sing,golden rye, sing, curly flax,
The horse and me are walking along the field.