Shtil Di Nakht Iz Oysgeshternt

Silent stars are shining o'er you In the frost your hands are numb Remember, sweet comrade, how I showed you How a soldier holds her gun A girl, a coat of fur and leather Holding a pistol in her hand Waiting and watching for the German Convoy to come around the bend Shtil di nakht iz oysgeshternt Un der frozt hat shtark gebrent Tsi gedenkstu vi ikh hob dikh gelernt Haltn a shpayer in di hent A moyd, a peltsl un a beret Un halt in hant fezt a nagan A moyd mit a sametenem ponim Hit op dem soynes karavan She aims her trusty little weapon Breathes, and pulls the trigger back A transport full of ammunition One shot stops it in its tracks Getsilt, geshosn un getrofn Hot ir kleyninker piztoyl An oyto a fulinkn mit vofn Farhaltn hot zi mit eyn koyl At dawn, she crawls out of the forest With garlands of snow all in her hair One more little victory for freedom One more comrade brave and fair Fartog fun vald aroysgekrokhn Mit shney girlandn oyf di hor Gemutikt fun kleyninkn nitsokhn Far undzer nayem frayen dor Gemutikt fun kleyninkn nitsokhn Far undzer nayem frayen dor