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, dont forget
                         These summer evenings near Moscow.

music: V. Solovjov - Sedoj                         lyrics:   M. Matusovskij

           Соловьёва - Седого                               М. Матусовского

old postcard: Moscow - Mосков

 

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           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.

                       Что ж ты милая, смотришь искоса,
                   Низко голову наклоня?
               Трудно высказать и не высказать
            Все, ч
            то на сердце у меня.

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

                   Nothing is audible in the garden, not even rustling
               All here is frozen until the morn
           If only you knew, how I treasure
       These Podmoskovny evenings
   If only you know, how I treasure
These Podmoskovny evenings

      The little river moves and yet doesn't move
         All is silver from the Moon
             The song is audible, and yet not audible
                 In these quiet evenings
                     The song is audible, and yet not audible
                         In these quiet evenings

                             Whyever do you look so sad my dear
                         You hang your head so low
                     It's hard to express, and yet not to express
                 All that I have on my heart
             It's hard to express, and yet not to express
          All that I have on my heart

              But dawn is already more noticeable
                 So please if you would be so kind
                     Don't forget these summer
                         Podmoscovny evenings
                             Don't forget these summer
                                 Podmoscovny evenings

             Even whispers aren't heard in the garden,
       Everything has died down till morning.
   If you only knew how dear to me
Are th
ese Moscow nights.

The river moves, unmoving,
   All in silver moonlight.
       A song is heard, yet unheard,
           In these silent nights.

      Why do you, dear, look askance,
         With your head lowered so?
             It is hard to express, and hard to hold back,
                 Everything that my heart holds.

          But the dawn's becoming ever brighter.
             So please, just be good.
                 Don't you, too, forget
                     These summer, Moscow nights.

               Podmoskovske veceri
           U tisini nestaje svaki glas,
       sve je sada zamrlo vec
   kad bi znali vi dragi drugovi,
podmoskovske veceri.

      Dok me draga trazis u noci toj
         i dok ruku pruzas mi ti,
             znaj da tesko je, tesko reci sad,
                 sve sto nosim u srcu svom.

                     U daljini zora se budi vec,
                 davno mjesec skrio se blijed
             ne zaboravi, nikad mila ti,
          podm
          oskovske veceri.