Moscow nights - Helmut Lotti
Stillness in the grove, not a rustling sound,
Softly shines the moon clear and bright.
Dear, if you could know how I treasure so
This most beautiful Moscow night.
Lazily the brook like a silvery stream
Ripples in the light of the moon.
And a song afar fades as in a dream
In this night that will end too soon.
Yes, a song afar fades as in a dream
In this night that will end too soon.
Dearest, why so sad, why the downcast eyes?
And your lovely head bent so low...
Oh, I mustn't speak, through I'd love to say
That you've stolen my heart away...
Promise me, my love, as the dawn appears,
And the darkness turns into light
That you'll cherish dear, through the passing years,
This most beautiful Moscow night.
Say you'll cherish dear, through the passing years,
This most beautiful Moscow night.