Moscow Nights (Podmoskovny Evenings) - Podmoskovske večeri — M. Matusovskij, V. Solovjov

   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.

tekst - lyrics: Mihail Matusovski - Mikhail Matusovsky - Михаил Львович Матусовский

(1915 - 1990)

muzika - music: Vasilij Solovjov-Sedoj - Vasily Solovyov-Sedoi - Василий Павлович Соловьёв-Седой

(1907 – 1979)

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, что 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 these 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,
podmoskovske veceri.