Rowan

Again an autumn covered by gold
Leaves of the birches and tops of the poplars.
And all my fate in gold she was get in hold,
But I won`t get to the precious stars.

Mother await her lovely vagrant-son,
I will return, what I`m supposed to say?
I have a lot of mistakes in life done,
Please sorry me, I wish forgiveness may…

And you just burn away, my rowan,
Farewell fire outside – just burn.
And you just burn like in the oven,
Just let my lost love pass. It won`t return…

It will fall snow and close all of the roads,
Where should I go from old, timber home?
What should I find if aren`t any goals,
For there are no any better than walls of native dome.

Elderly mom, of course, will forgive son,
An early morning will go after water,
And then will cry unfortunate rowan
Under white snow and on my fate…

And you just burn away, my rowan,
Farewell fire outside – just burn.
And you just burn like in the oven,
Just let my lost love pass. It won`t return…