Where the dreamy Volga flows. There's a lonely Russian Rose. Gazing tenderly. Down upon her knee. Where a baby's brown eyes glisten. Listen. . Ev'ry night you'll hear her croon.
One little kiss, a moment of bliss, then hours of deep regret. One little smile, and after a while, a longing to forget. One little heartache left as a token.
The moon and you appear to be. So near and yet so far from me. And here am I on a night in June. Reaching for the moon and you,. . I wonder if we'll ever meet.
Where the dreamy volga flows. There's a lonely Russian rose. Gazing tenderly. Down upon her knee. Where a baby's brown eyes glisten. Listen. . Every night you'll hear her croon.
A pale new moon, a sky of blue. And here am I but where are you?. A dream of love would soon come true. If I could reach the moon and you. The moon and you appear to be.