Born and musically educated in Moscow after the Bolshevik revolution, Yulya ´(Julie) married the American news correspondent, Thomas P. Whitney, then covering the Moscow scene for his wire service. It took nine years I for Yulya to get permission to leave the Soviet Union and come to the United States, Once in New York, which she has completely adopted and calls home, Yulya resumed her many faceted career as singer, composer, lyricist, and arranger. On this recording Yulya has selected to sing, in her own intimate style, some of the best loved hit tunes of her native Russia, including "Moscow Nights," which achieved much popularity in this country under the tide of "Midnight in Moscow."

How many sweet and tender maidens, How many sweet and lovely names.
But there is only one that thrills you, robbing you of calm and sleep, When you´re in love.
Then suddenly love comes upon you, And uninvited it is here, And ev´ry evening turns into a wond´rous fairyland
And then you start to sing:
My heart, you seem to want to be excited´ My heart, how grand it is to be alive!
My heart, because you´re you I´m so delighted.
Oh, thank you, my heart, that you can love the way you do! The little blue kerchief slipped From drooping shoulders.
You told me that you won´t forget Our tender and affectionate meetings.
My beloved, though you are not with me I still lovingly keep the dear tiny kerchief Under my pillow.
Stillness in the grove, not a rustling sound, Softly shines the moon clear and bright.
Dear, if you could know how I treasure so This most beautiful Moscow night.
Lazily the brook, like a silvery stream, Ripples gently in the moonlight; And a song afar fades as in a dream.
In the spell of this summer night.
A young soldier and maid are sad, Soon he´ll leave for the war.
Dark the night when they said good-bye On the steps at her door.
As he walked away he could see, Through the dark misty night,
Like a beacon from her window Shining brightly, a light.
At the front he met all his friends, Fellow soldiers were they.
All about him were his comrades, Side by side night and day.
But the dear, old familiar face
Ever was in his sight: "Where, oh, where are you, my dear one? Where is my little light?"
Why ate you abowing, Slender mountain rowan, Bendling your head down To the very ground?
And across the highway, Over the wide river, Standing just as lonely, A tall oak hope does give her.
How can I, oh, rowan, Get to that great oak tree, Then I would not have to Bow and sway so lonely.
At the window beats the stormy night, Whiite and ever shifting snow.
You are many wodds away, you´ve quite Cut me out of ev´ry thought I know.
I know that I´ll never hear from you.
You don´t need that memory.
Through the city I will wander, blue - Silently.
It´s been long since you were standing near, There is no more path to you.
Happiness comes only once, my dear; Only I did not know what to do.
Nighttime brings me pain instead of rest; Conscience hurts me bitterly.
I look out my window hoping for the best - Silently.
Apple trees and pear trees were a-flower, River mist was rising all around.
Young Katiusha went strolling by the hour On the steep banks, o´er the rocky ground.
By the river´s bank she sang a love song Of her hero in a distant land.
Of the one she´d dearly loved for so long, Holding light his letters in her hand.
How much sorrow, how much torment Can one´s heart in love endure?
When he tells you, "See you later," It´s "Farewell," your heart is sure.
You can´t guess but only ponder What you destiny will be:
Love and grief, they go together Then you sing this melody:

Should the Volga´s banks be flooded, ´Twould be hard to swim across, If your sweetheart knows no laughter, All your love would be a loss, With no moon the sky is hazy; Sharp the frost with moon above.
Without love how hard the living, Harder still when you´re in love.
Once more night drops its curtain of stillness, Not a door scrapes, no friendly light rays Can be seen, but somewhere in the distance Someone´s lonely accordion plays.
Through the night, somewhere off in the distance, Someone´s lonely accordion plays.
Now it strays through the gate to the meadow, Now it comes wandering back again, As if seeking someone in the darkness, Seeking, searching, but always in vain.
Seeking, searching, but always in vain.
Oh, you dear little night.
Oh, you dark little night.
Oh, ´you autumn night.
Oh. you dark autumn night.
With whom on this night, With whom on this dark night, With whom this autumn night, Oh, shall I pass the time?
I have no father, I have no mother, And I only have One to call my own.
But we do not live Peacefully as one, Peacefully as one, And there is no joy.

Dark is the night, only bullets whine over the field, Only winds o´er the trenches do howl, and the stars twinkle dimly.
On this dark night, darling, I know that you are awake, And while gently the cradle you rock,you hide all signs of weeping.
How I adore the caress of your beautiful eyes; Oh, if I could for a moment press my lips to them.
But the black night, oh, my love, keeps us so far apart, And the dangerous, perilous field is a wide gulf between us.
I´ll come back to you safely.
Wait for me and I´ll come back.
Wait! Have faith and wait.
Wait when gloomy autumn rains, Sadness, sorrow mate.
Wait when snows will fiercely blow, Wait through summer´s blaze.
Wait, though some will ne´er come back, Just like bygone days.
Wait when I am far away Letters don´t appear.
Wait, though others wait no more, Want, be of good cheer.
Wait for me and I´ll return; Do not grieve for me.
Listen not to those who sigh And weep mournfully.
Let my son, my mother think I lie deep in mire; Let all those who hope have lost, Sitting ´round the fire, Sadly drink of hitter wine, And for my soul pray.
But, dear, hasten not to drink — I´ll be back one day.
Wait for me, I´m coming back; Death will not win me, Those who would not wait will cry; Fortunate is he!
They will never understand How through battle´s hell, By your steadfast waiting, dear, My life you held well.
How this happened just we two Know the secret great.
And the secret simply is: You knew how to wait.

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