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 hope, my dear, that you too Will remember these Moscow suburb nights And our love that has been so true.