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Подмосковные вечера

Moscow nights

Moscow nights

(подстрочный перевод)

Не слышны в саду даже шорохи,
Все здесь замерло до утра,
Если б знали вы, как мне дороги
Подмосковные вечера.

Речка движется и не движется,
Вся из лунного серебра,
Песня слышится и не слышится
В эти тихие вечера.

А рассвет уже все заметнее,
Так, пожалуйста, будь добра,
Не забудь и ты эти летние
Подмосковные вечера.

Не слышны в саду даже шорохи,
Все здесь замерло до утра,
Если б знали вы, как мне дороги
Подмосковные вечера.

Stillness in the grove, not a rustling 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.

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.

Not even a whisper is to be heard in the garden,
Everything has calmed down until dawn.
If you only knew how dear they are to me,
The evenings near Moscow!

The river is moving and (sometimes) not,
All made of the moons silver.
A song sounds and is not to be heard
In those quiet evenings.

Why do you, darling, look at me from the side,
Bending your head so low?
It is not easy to tell
All the things that are in my heart.

And dawn is getting more and more visible.
So, please, be so kind:
You, also, don't forget
These summer evenings near Moscow.