Stillness in the grove, not [bad word] sound
Softly shines the moon clear and bright.
Dear, if you could know how I treasure so
The most beautiful Moscow night.
Dear, if you could know how I treasure so
The most beautiful Moscow night.

Lazily the brook, like a silv'ry stream
Ripples gently in the moonlight,
And a song afar fades as in a dream,
In the spell of this summer night. (2X)

Dearest, why so sad, why the downcast eyes,
And your lovely head bent so low?
Oh, It's hard to speak---and yet not to speak
Of the longing my heart does know. (2X)

Promise me, my love, as the dawn appears
And the darkness turns into light,
That you'll cherish, dear, [bad word] the passing
years
This most beautiful Moscow night.