Stillness in the grove, not a rustling sound
Softly shines the moon clear and bright.
Dear, if you could know how I treasure so
This most beautiful Moscow night.
Lazily the brook, like a silv'ry stream
Ripples in the light of the moon,
And a song afar fades as in a dream,
In this night that will end too soon.
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.
Promise me, my love, as the dawn appears
And the darkness turns into light,
That you'll cherish dear thru the passing years
This most beautiful Moscow night.
