Beneath the silken veil of night,
In Moscow’s embrace, we find delight.
The Kremlin’s glow, a guiding star,
Love’s soft whisper, never far.

Underneath the birch’s sway,
Our hearts dance in a gentle play.
Winter’s chill may bite and sting,
But warmth and love, we always bring.

Through Red Square’s historic lanes,
We walk through joy, we walk through pains.
In each other’s gaze, we find our home,
No need to wander, no need to roam.

As the Volga river flows so free,
Our love, like it, shall always be.
Enduring, strong, and ever true,
My Russian love, it’s me and you.