On the Moscow - river


Morning flows prohadoy,
The lights are far away;
By dull garden
The boat floats on the river.

And over the river early sometimes
Heard the splash of the oars,
So at liberty comes to the heart
First love spring.

The song flies over the waves,
And you smile;
How good for us with you
In the city of bright dreams.

And over the river early sometimes
Heard the splash of the oars,
So at liberty comes to the heart
First love spring. 1948