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- Helga Ivars Anderes von Krauzinsh -М. Матусовский – Соколов - Седой
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- Not a rustling leaf, not a bird in flight
In the sleepy grove until dawn.
How I love these nights, Moscow suburb nights,
The caress of the waking sun.
The calm rilling stream seems to ebb and flow
Like a silver web of moonlight.
In my heart I hear singing come and go
On this wonderful summer night.
Dawn is nigh, and pale grow the amber lights.
Let me hope, my dear, that you too
Will remember these Moscow suburb nights
And our love that has been so true.