It's Starry

Firewood in stove is singing with the flame again, anew! Sheep are in the sky; it’s meaning that I sleep. Oh, yes, I knew. I woke up with early morning, Height is motley for my eyes, There are stars no clouds no longing And I think it’s very nice. Height is pure above, it’s starry, But I’m glad that it is pure I can see the guards, it’s funny, There is Heaven there is cure. Everything is fine I see it I don’t sleep, it’s fairy-tale, Stars are flirting they are vivid There’re no clouds and it is well.