Ланита Ой, то не вечер (English Version)

Oh it was no evening
No, not evening

Oh, it was no evening, no evening
Yet little sleep I found
So little sleep I found that night
And strange dreams gathered round

I dreamt my faithful horse was lost
Out on the open plain
Out on the silent, silver plain
Beneath the moon’s cold flame

Oh, it was no evening
No, not evening
My heart foresees misfortune near
My heart foresees its doom

A black crow circled overhead
Above my restless head
Its shadow fell upon my chest
With quiet, creeping dread

A distant voice spoke soft and low
This dream bodes naught but ill
And starless stood the silent night
Beyond my window still

Oh, it was no evening, no evening
No blessing in that dream
My blood runs cold within my veins
No blessing in that dream

Oh it was no evening
No, not evening