Владимир Трошин Подмосковные вечера

Gardens went to sleep, nights are so calm.
Stars are shining high in the space.
If I could explain how much I like
Near Moscow evenings' blaze.

Rivers silver under the early moon.
Waters seems to turn into glass.
All the sounds will disappear soon,
And your love's wings will cover us.

Tell me why, My sweet, you are so sad?
I remember every your touch.
Do not be upset, do not bend your head,
Know, I love you so much.

Look, the sunny beams tint the sky with red.
Will you, Darling, be so kind
As to keep my love and do not forget
Summer eves, bear them in mind.