Moscow Nights


Not heard in the garden, even noises,
Everyone here has stood until the morning;
If you only knew how dear to me
Moscow Nights.

The river is moving and not moving,
All of the lunar silver,
The song can be heard and not heard
In those quiet evenings.

What are you cute squint,
Low head tilt,
It is difficult to make and not make
All that is on my heart.

A dawn is more noticeable,
So please be kind
Do not forget, and you are the summer
Moscow Nights. 1980