In the shadowed embrace of Moscow’s twilight,
Whispers of love dance on frozen air,
Hearts bound by the rhythm of a winter’s night,
In a land where passion meets despair.

Beneath the birch trees, silent and still,
Lovers carve their dreams in the bark,
Eyes that speak what words never will,
A flame ignites in the Russian dark.

Under the moon’s gentle, silver light,
Souls intertwine in a timeless ballet,
Each kiss a promise, each touch a flight,
Through the boundless Russian Milky Way.

As dawn breaks, with its tender hue,
The world awakens, but our love remains,
Eternal, like the morning dew,
In Russia’s heart, where passion reigns.