Подмосковные вечера [Podmoskovnye vechera] [English translation]

There is no sound in the garden,

Everything sleeps till the Sun,

Just if you would know,

How darling are

Moscow evenings for me

Just if you would know,

How darling are

Moscow evenings for me

River’s running on,

And it doesn’t run

All from lunary silver

Song’s now can be heard

And it can’t be heard

In this evenings of silence

Song’s now can be heard

And it can’t be heard

In this evenings of silence

Why’re you darling leer,

Tilting your head low

And It’s hard to say

And not hard to say

What is inside of my heart

And It’s hard to say

And not hard to say

What is inside of my heart

And the sunrise is now so close,

So, I’m begging you,

Please just don’t forget

This summertime Moscow eve

So, I’m begging you,

Please just don’t forget

This summertime Moscow eve