Подмосковные вечера [Podmoskovnyye vechera] [English translation]

You can't keep the star from the cloudless night,

You can't keep the wave from the shore,

You can't keep the sky free from birds that fly,

You can't keep me from loving you.

As the grass will grow, darling, this I know,

You can't keep me from loving you.

Try to stop the tremble of the autumn leaves,

Try to turn the rose petal blue,

Darling can't you see some things have to be?

You can't keep me from loving you.

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You can't keep the snow from the mountain top,

You can't keep the loon from the sea,

You can't keep the trees from the evening breeze,

You can't keep me from loving you.

(No,) some things never change, so it is not strange,

You can't keep me from loving you.

The English text by Paul Nassau and Oscar Brand (1962)