Not even a whisper is to be heard in the garden,
Everything has calmed down until dawn
If you only knew how dear they are to me,
The evenings near Moscow!

The river is moving and (sometimes) not,
All made of the moons silver
A song sounds and is not to be heard
In those quiet evenings

Why do you, darling, look at me from the side,
Bending your head so low?
It is not easy to tell
All the things that are in my heart

And dawn is getting more and more visible
So, please, be so kind:
You, also, don't forget
These summer evenings near Moscow

Комментарии

2018.12.01

Amb217

Вот настоящие музыканты.

2018.11.09

TheTekumze100

Э,блять,класс,калинка,калинка,калинка моя,в саду ягоду малинку,малинку,малинку рвала...

2018.09.19

nedeljko18

I like Russian folk,I can not find this song "Дроля мой",please for help.

2018.06.24

Luki Dujmovic Zakaria

что калинка... что калинка играть... вокруг огня... вокруг огня танцевать...