Shtil Di Nakht
Yiddish text & Music by Hirsh Glik
Singing English translation Copyright by Leonard Lehrman

Still, how silent is the starry night
And the frost has burned the land.
Can you think back, recalling how I taught you
To hold a machine-gun in your hand?

A girl, a furlet and a little cap,
And a gun she held so tight,
A maiden with a face so soft and delicate
Watched for the enemy that night.

She aimed, she fired and the target was hit:
A car with arms fully deployed.
By one little bullet from her pistolet,
It was totally destroyed.

At dawn, she crawled out of the forest
Snow-garlanded in victory.
Encouraged by little triumphs such as this
For our new generation - free.