In the park, the sun declined in the west
And the warm winds are blowing on the empty boughs
And the public houses, the people are rest
On the chairs, drinking, they smooth out their brows.
After working, they are walking the parkway
Stores are welcoming the guests opening
The windows, and stores are along the long way.
On the faces, they the lighthearted are feeling.
The young lads and lasses are folding their arms
And it looks that their faces are brighter than the road lights.
And the sounds of the laughter are heard like the firearms.
The tables are waiting for them brightening the table lights.
The winds blow on the parting lads and lasses
And somewhere it smells the spring perfume.
In the dark, it flows the tree over the grasses
In the park, the ume flowers are beginning to bloom.