Подмосковные вечера

Not heard in the garden even rustles
Everything here is stopped until the morning ;
If you only knew how dear to me
Moscow evenings .

The river is moving and not moving ,
All in silver moonlight ,
The song can be heard and not heard
In those quiet evenings .

What are you, dear, look askance ,
Low head is tilted ,
It is difficult to express and to express
All that is on my heart .

And Dawn is more noticeable ,
So, please , be kind :
Do not forget you and those summer
Moscow evenings .