Uralin Pihlaja [English translation]

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

• Artist:Tapio Rautavaara