Moscow Nights

Don't rustle in the garden even the leaves
Everything here froze in the morning
If you only knew how dear to me
Are the Moscow nights
If you only knew how dear to me
Are the Moscow nights

The river flows and doesn't flow
All made of lunar silver
The song is heard and not heard
In these quiet evenings

Why, my dear, do you look askance
Bowing your head low
It's hard to say and not say
All that is in my heart

And the dawn is already more noticeable
So please be kind
Don't worry about these summer
Moscow nights