Not a rustling leaf, not a birds in flight
In the sleepy groove until dawn
How i love these nights, Moscow suburb nights
The caress of waking sun
The calm rilling stream seens to ebb and flow
Like a silver web on moonflight
In my heart i hear singing come and go
On this wonderful summer night
Why this downcast look? Does the rising day
Bring us near the hour when we part?
Its as hard to keep as to give away
All that presses upon my heart.
Dawn is nigh, and pale grow the amber lights
Let me, my dear, that you too
Will remember these Moscow suburb nights
And our love that has been so true.
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