Moscow Suburb Nights 

(Music by Soloviov-Sedoy) 

Not [bad word] leaf, not a bird in flight 
In the sleepy grove until dawn. 
How I love these nights, Moscow suburb nights, 
The caress of the waking sun. 

The calm rilling stream seems to ebb and flow 
Like a silver web of moonlight. 
In my heart I hear [bad word] and go 
On this wonderful summer night. 

Why this downcast look? Does the rising day 
Bring us near the hour when we part? 
It's as hard to keep as to give away 
All that presses upon my heart. 

Dawn is nigh, and pale grow the amber lights. 
Let me hope, my dear, that you too 
Will remember these Moscow suburb nights 
And our love that has been so [bad word]