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Not a rustling leaf not a bird in flight
In the sleepy grove until dawn
How I love these nights, Moscow suburb nights,
The caress of the waking sun.(2)

The calm riling stream seems to ebb and flow
Like a silver web of moonlight,
In my heart I hear singing come and go
On this wonderful summer night.(2)

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.(2)

Dawn is night 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.(2)

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