In the garden you can't hear anything,
Everything till the morning subsides.
If you only knew how I treasure these
Evenings in Moscow countryside.

River moves along then moves not along,
All alit in moon's silver shine.
You can hear the song and not hear the song
In these silent and peaceful nights.

Why then, my dear one, do you look aslant,
Turning your head to the side?
It's hard to express and to not express
Everything that is on my heart.

And the dawn is coming along more clear,
So, please then, be so kind
Don't forget these beautiful, summer
Evenings in Moscow countryside.

Video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KairmsARpyo
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat/russian-songs

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