The sun had already slipped from the sky,

The moon is shining through my window.

The stars are already shining in the sky,

And the grief has fallen asleep.

I'll go out to the garden and take a walk,

I'll go out to the garden and walk in the moonlight and sing.

It's so beautiful here, so quiet,

At this hour you forget your troubles!

All around are gardens and white houses,

And a nightingale in the grove.

Oh, is it so beautiful in any country?

As here, in our native Volyn!

The night wrapped the white houses,

Like a mother with little children,

The spring breeze is blowing softly,

As if he's rocking those children to sleep.