Mireille Mathieu nuits de Moscou

Mireille Mathieu nuits de Moscou Even whispers aren't heard in the garden, Everything has died down till morning. If you only knew how dear to me Are these Moscow nights. The river moves, unmoving, All in silver moonlight. A song is heard, yet unheard, In these silent nights. Why do you, dear, look askance, With your head lowered so? It is hard to express, and hard to hold back, Everything that my heart holds. But the dawn's becoming ever brighter. So please, just be good. Don't you, too, forget These summer, Moscow nights.