Карие глаза Brown eyes

In the silence of the night, the light from the   candles was once noticeable,
Multi-colored lamps in the bright radiance "sang",
I listened to the music, singing along to the beat,
Lowering brown eyes again.
The melody reminded me of haystacks, grass and the river turning sharply around, of forests,
About a wooden house on the edge of the village, which can be seen in a small flower garden.

Calm sky, friendship walks along the river are unforgettable in my childhood.
Long-awaited fishing, perch eyes like coalks,
The embers from the fire burning down at night under the sky hang so low,
What can be reached with the clap of an outstretched hand.

All sorrows will pass, again the rainbow in the sky will shine with God
All the same, the river "chirps" near the house,  the canopy, neighbor's fence,
Gently echo - from childhood will say kind words - do not worry, but believe,
The morning light will shine, God will forgive you,
Eyes waved to the sky inspired by God!