Evenings Near The Moscow By M. Matusovsky Poem by Yuri Starostin

The evenings near the Moscow
(w. M. Matusovsky)
Even a murmur is not heard in the garden.
Everything here to rest till the morning.
If you would knew so I cherish
The evenings near the Moscow!

The river is moving and is not moving,
Is all by the lunar silver.
The song is heard and is not heard
In these quiet evenings.

Why you do, sweetheart, look askew,
To bow the head low?
It is difficult to say and to do not say
All that is on my heart.

And the dawn is already noticeable.
So, please, you be good,
And you don't forget this summer
Evenings near the Moscow!