Подмосковные вечера [Podmoskovnye vechera] [English translation]

No rustling’s heard in the garden deep,

Till the dawn everything’s so quiet,

If you only knew how dear to me,

All these Moscow Suburban Nights.

Waters flowing or not flowing,

Made of lunar silver, the river runs,

There is sound of song, or there is no sound,

In the quiet nights all are at once.

Why, o darling mine, shy and quick is your glance?

Bowing low your head, you look apart?

So hard for me not tell at once,

Or to express everything in my heart.

And the morning yet is getting close an’ now,

And, my darling, please, be so kind,

Ever not forget all these summer nights,

Those suburban Moscow Nights.

No rustling’s heard in the garden deep,

Till the dawn everything’s so quiet,

If you only knew how dear to me,

All these Moscow suburban Nights.