Aspens and Pines

We call it "cursed Judah gallows ", Bad wood is an aspen tree, Not from the wind it trembles, It doesn't live, it is afraid to live. When the wind doesn't blow A pine doesn't make a noise. It has been growing for hundreds of years, Its mighty beauty bewitches us. Our life usually flows Also, as an aspen grows. We are going to left or to right By the Earth happiness paths. In Heaven rushing, saints are like pines, Evergreen crowns are their prayers, Leaving the world, they leave the roots, In the earth imperishably restoring the relics.