The wind of evening is already playing1treetop of a rowan
From the downtown now I hear a waltz so wistful
It tells about a rowan, it is a familiar story of it's
I remember a white crown in the hillsides of Ural
Like a young bride wearing a garland crown2 just can be
the veil of the rowan was glowing in the sun3
Far behind I know, the rowan was left
Far away went my path, away from the one I love
The red berries of the autumn, are like a tears of the rowan
I cried like a rowan, my heart is miserable/unhappy
Like a young bride wearing a garland crown just can be
The rowan was once gloving in the sun
Perhaps once more the wind will play more tenderly
The rumble of the cities is finally left behind
Where the rowan tree blooms, I can see my dear one again
The nature bursts in to blooming, the most beautiful one
And then the young bride is wearing a garland crown again
the veil of the rowan is glowing in the sun
1. like "playing the piano" kind of playing, playing music2. a crown made from flowers usually, twined in circle shape3. literally: under sun