White birch.

Birches burn in autumn
throwing leaves on the grass.
And the sky sprinkled tears,
brings autumn rumors.

The fact that the days are already shorter
late mushroom.
And all the icy gloom of the night
and closer the fragility of winter arrows.

Ah, autumn, in a land so sweet to the heart!
You are generous with gold birch!
And the softness of pine needles
in silence of the taiga versts!