Stosh ty mílaja smótrjish iskasá Njíska gólavu naklanjá Trúdna výskazatj i nje výskazatj Fsjo shta na sjérttse u minjá Trúdna výskazatj i nje výskazatj Fsjo shta na sjérttse u minjá
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Not even a rustle can be heard in the garden Everything has grown quiet till morning If only you knew how dear to me Are these evenings around Moscow If only you knew how dear to me Are these evenings around Moscow
Why, darling, are you looking at me askew Leaning your head low It's hard to express, but not express Everything that's on my mind It's hard to express, but not express Everything that's on my mind