Подмосковные вечера [Podmoskovnyye vechera] [English translation]

Nothing could be heard under garden trees,

All is sleeping till morning lights.

If you only knew how nice it feels

In these magical summer nights.

If you only knew how nice it feels

In these magical summer nights.

There, the river moves while it does not move

Full of sparkling silver moonlight.

Song is heard beyond while it is not heard

In these beautiful quiet nights.

Song is heard beyond while it is not heard

In these beautiful quiet nights.

Why, my sweetheart, d' you look somewhere away?

Why're you bowing low your head?

How it's hard to keep while it's hard to say

What my heart dreams as to be said.

How it's hard to keep while it's hard to say

What my heart dreams as to be said.

Dawn is coming on, visible more and more...

Now, my sweetheart, please, be so kind:

Don't forget these summer nights evermore,

These magnificent quiet nights.

Don't forget these summer nights evermore,

These magnificent quiet nights.

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