In the vast expanse of Russian nights,
Where the moon whispers secrets untold,
Love blooms like a silent rose,
In the embrace of the cold.
Underneath the starlit skies,
Hearts dance to a timeless tune,
In shadows where stories weave,
By the light of a silvery moon.
The echoes of ancient dreams,
Softly linger in the air,
In the touch of a gentle breeze,
A love beyond compare.
Through the whispers of the wind,
In the night’s tender embrace,
Russian love, a timeless tale,
Woven with a silent grace.