Подмосковные вечера [Podmoskovnye vechera] [English translation]

In the garden, not a sigh is heard

All is gently stilled 'till the dawn

If you only knew what they mean to me,

These peaceful Moscow nights

How the river moves, and yet does not move

All made silvery-bright by the moon

How a song is heard, and yet is unheard

In these quiet evening times

Darling, why do you look at me askance

With your lovely head bent so low?

Oh how hard to speak, and yet not to speak

Of what lies on my heart tonight

Ever brighter now, shines the rising sun

So my darling, please, be so kind -

Keep them in your heart, as I always will,

These Moscow summer's nights