Here, in my Moscow, - cupolas shine

Here, in my Moscow, - cupolas shine.
Here, in my Moscow, - church bells chime.
And tombstones, here, all stand aligned,
Tsarinas sleep there, and tsars.

You don’t know, but in the Kremlin, at dawn,
The air is lightest – and just here alone!
You don’t know, but in the Kremlin, each dawn,
I pray to you - until dusk.

And you stroll along your Neva River, slow,
While I stand alone where my Moskva flows.
With my head bowed low, I watch the blurry glow -
Streetlamps in the dusk.

With my whole insomnia, I’m in love with you,
With my whole insomnia, I am harking you,
While sextons awake in the Kremlin to
Carry out their morning tasks.

But, my Joy, my river – with your river still…
But, my Joy, my arm – with your arm, I feel,
Will not come together, at least, until
The dawn catches the dusk.