With our gaze we go through all the pillars built.
Soft wood that supports the roof, tiles of clay and steps
of good stone.
They are years passed that tell us the life of the place.
Prepared the oven for good yantar.
Delivered to your work prepares that good tavern-keeper
the delights that noon will demand, while a child
enjoy contact with the earth in a day of heaven
winter and warm sunlight.
The colors of our rainbow have stopped at his whim
illuminating the moment of beauty.