Moscow Nights
Ne slisni v sadu dazhe shorohi
Vsyo zdes zamerlo doutra
Yes lib znali vi, kak mne dorogi
Podmoskovniye vechera
Yes liv znali vi kak mne dorogi
Podmoskovniye vechera
Rechka dvizhetsya I ne dvizhetsya
Vsya iz lunago serebra
Pesnya slishitsya, I ne slishitsya
V eti tihie vechera
Chrozh ti milaya smotrish iskosa
Nizko golovu naklonya
Trudno viskazat' I ne viskazat'
Vsyo chto na serze u menya
A rassvet uzhe vsyo zametneye
Tak pozhaluysta bud' dobra
Ne zadbu' I ti eti letniye
Podmoskovniye vechera
Moscow Nights
Don't rustle in the garden even the leaves
Everything here froze in the morning
If you only knew how dear to me
Are the Moscow nights
If you only knew how dear to me
Are the Moscow nights
The river flows and doesn't flow
All made of lunar silver
The song is heard and not heard
In these quiet evenings
Why, my dear, do you look askance
Bowing your head low
It's hard to say and not say
All that is in my heart
And the dawn is already more noticeable
So please be kind
Don't worry about these summer
Moscow nights
Escrita por: M. Matousovski / V. Soloviev-Sedoi