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 the 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
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.
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.