I like to look into the skies,
When I am walking in the field.
I like to look into your eyes, -
With their bright light I am filled.
I like to look into the skies,
When I am drinking from the well.
I like to look into your eyes
To drink their kindness as well.
You are the brightness of the skies.
You are the mystery of the sea.
And I’m the brook born from my eyes,
Which can’t stop streaming to ye;
The brook born from my happy eyes,
Which won’t stop streaming to ye.
The brook
© Copyright: Андрей Истоков, 2001
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