In the garden you can't hear anything, Everything till the morning subsides. If you only knew how I treasure these Evenings in Moscow countryside. River moves along then moves not along, All alit in moon's silver shine. You can hear the song and not hear the song In these silent and peaceful nights. Why then, my dear one, do you look aslant, Turning your head to the side? It's hard to express and to not express Everything that is on my heart. And the dawn is coming along more clear, So, please then, be so kind Don't forget these beautiful, summer Evenings in Moscow countryside. Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat/russian-songs
