Moskauer Nachte (Podmoskovnye Vechera)

In the garden, not even crickets can be heard
Everything here froze until morning
If you only knew how dear to me
Are the Moscow nights
The river moves and doesn't move
All made of lunar silver
The song can be heard and not heard
In these quiet nights
Why, my dear, do you look askance
Bowing your head low
It's hard to express and not express
All that is on my heart
And the dawn is already more noticeable
So please, be kind
Don't forget these summer
Moscow nights