It's evening, it's evening.

It is evening, it is evening, ; It is past nine o'clock, ; All the unmarried girls ; Stand at the gate. ; ; Sweet Mariska, ; She would have stood too, ; If that evening star ; Had not been covered. ; ; It was covered, it was covered, ; It was dark, ; For sweet Mariska ; It became a sad evening. ; ; Sweet Mariska, ; What is the matter with you? ; The front of your skirt ; It has become so short. ; ; The tailor cut it well, ; The seamstress sewed it well, ; May God beat him, ; Who spoiled it. ; ; Beat him, beat him, ; Don't leave him undefeated, ; For thirty-six months ; Let him shiver with cold. ; ; And when he leaves her, ; Let there be an earthquake, ; So that she will remember the ; Faithful love. ; ; A glass in my hand, ; There is good wine in it. ; Come, my dear Mariskam, ; Just drink from it. ; ; I won't drink, I won't drink ; My heart is sad, ; My lover died, ; On the Russian battlefield.