Painting landscape field with bells "In the arms of summer"

Painting landscape field with bells "In the arms of summer"miniature
In the field, a bell is a blue petal,
Rang faintly, looking to the east,
Where is the bright dawn flickering with gold,
It fills the heavens with magical colors.

And in the arms of summer, having found dreams,
The two of us, as before, chose the paths,
Going after the sun to find yourself,
Comprehending the secrets of being with the heart.

Terrible winds are waiting for us in the blue sky,
A ringing white sail on a steep wave,
And the fire of hope, like the flight of a star,
What will build bridges over the dark abyss.

In the field, a bell is a blue petal,
The corner will remind me of my childhood again,
To follow the wind of youth, warming the blood,
Fate kept us, and love led us!
N. Croutons