Not a rustling leaf, not a bird in flight, In the sleepy groove until dawn; How I love these nights, Moscow suburb nights, The caress of waking sun. How I love these nights, Moscow suburb nights, The caress of waking sun.
The calm rilling stream seems to ebb and flow Like a silver web on moonlight In my heart I hear singing come and go On this wonderful summer night 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? It's as hard to keep, as to give away All that presses upon my heart. It's 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. Will remember these Moscow suburb nights And our love that has been so true.