Garden is asleep - all is standing still
Sparkling stars look down from their heights
If you only knew, just how precious are
All these Moscow suburban nights
River's standing still and is running fast
All in silver sparkles and lights
Wind brings sound of songs and then silence falls
On these Moscow suburban nights
Why are you, my love, looking so remote
Bowed your head and hiding your eyes?
It is hard to talk, and hard not to talk
Trust my heart, love, it never lies
In the East the sky's getting painted red
Nicer than the prettiest sights
Don't forget - I said - All the love we had
In these quiet suburban nights.
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