Love Me, I Am Black Night By Maria Petrovykh

Love me, I am black night wrong and vicious and blind. But who else, if not you, will love me, lives say crew. Look, there're stars in dark sky, They appear now, just try to love me like the night loves the day that is bright. there's no choice anyway: I'm your night, you're my day. P.S. this is my translation of poem by Maria Petrovykh, 1942