Подмосковные вечера [Podmoskovnyye vechera] [English translation]

There isn't a rustle in the garden,

All is restful here until morning rises.

If you only knew how dear to me,

These beautiful rural Moscow nights are.

If you only knew how dear to me,

These beautiful rural Moscow nights are.

I see the river fades and grows,

By the breath of the silver moon.

I hear the songs come and they go,

Oh on these peaceful evenings.

The songs come and they go,

Oh on these peaceful evenings.

Why must you squint my dear,

Why must you tilt your head dear?

It's both difficult to express and to not,

But everything I feel is in my heart.

It's both difficult to express and to not,

Everything I feel is in my heart.

And the dawn starts to unveil,

So please be kind,

And don't forget, you were this summer,

Of the beautiful rural nights of Moscow!

And don't forget, you were this summer,

Of the beautiful rural nights of Moscow!

• Artist:Vladimir Troshin