On hills among the woods and stones, A village stands with quiet homes. Its wooden roofs with hay are crowned, Fields and mountains all around. In evening’s calm, the stars shine bright, While smoke from chimneys warms the night. The mountain watches, standing still, Guarding all with silent will.

On hills among the woods and stones,
A village stands with quiet homes.
Its wooden roofs with hay are crowned,
Fields and mountains all around.

In evening’s calm, the stars shine bright,
While smoke from chimneys warms the night.
The mountain watches, standing still,
Guarding all with silent will.

by ArSYuS_1