A round of “Moscow Nights”, please

Oy. So beautiful it hurts. A photo of Red Square, taken the evening of February 14,2005. This picture makes me want to sing “Moscow Nights” right now. …Even tho the flu-bronchial infection-bubonic plague I’ve got would make the sound of my singing pretty painful too. …Even tho “Moscow Nights” is really about hot summer Moscow nights. Who cares? This song demands to be sung.

Where are all my old Ivan Rebroff LPs when I need ‘em?

Come on everybody! You know the tune. Here’s the lyric:

Не слышны в саду даже шорохи,
Все здесь замерло до утра,
Если б знали вы, как мне дороги
Подмосковные вечера.

Okay, here’s all the words and a pretty good translation.
Now sing, you cynics!