Clusters of red mountain ash, The invention of autumn, a miracle of nature, And there is nothing more beautiful than them, The tart sweetness of mental adversity.

All the beauty of the mountain ash is now visible

Only in the juiciness of wonderful berries,

but their taste is tart, and sometimes

You'll never guess how sweet it is.

 

Then he reveals himself,

When the first frost hits,

When the cold weather comes

And tickle our nerves.

 

Rowan will charm you with its beauty,

and the tartness of the berries will have a sobering effect,

This makes us related to the red mountain ash,

Which penetrates right into the soul.

 

 

Rowan captivates everyone with its silent beauty in winter,

And with its ripe juiciness

Even at first glance, this is admirable...

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