Still life with rain

When the evening comes


When the evening comes
Light dims outside the windows.
Let the candles be lit in the house.
Cozy hugs a blanket.

Let someone dear and close
The wine will pour into the crystal.
Sparkling shine touches.
It's a bit of a pity of the past. Quietly, among the stars and glare,
The candle is sending light.
From hundreds of universal cries
The answer will break through to you.

No needless truths ...
No need for vague words ...
The pier is priceless today
That is quietly called HOUSE!