The eyes of the colour of ashes from the fire,
The heat of desert winds
Vaporized the sea to desert
The birds scream with a voice of innocence.
The eyes of the colour of the night from the glow
Breathe the passion like the lava of a volcano,
The tango dance the lovers in the fervor,
Birds hunting for prey for the feast.
The eyes of the colour of gold are the prize
The fiery world of the dancing lives,
The autumn leaves after a hot summer,
The birds are spinning over man.
The eyes coloured green are the hope
They shine the joy of renewal,
The exultation of the wild,
Birds singing the odes to the creator.
The colour of the sea are the turquoise eyes of the depths
The oceans of boundless elements,
The lightning glow of the moon,
Birds take off from the depths of the foam.
The colour of sky are the Forget-me-not eyes
Shining with tender Angelic light,
The basilisk of a Virgin field,
Birds are callling in the heavens.
The colour of the dawn are the eyes of violet Amethyst of the mysterious rocks,
Sparkling like a gem,
Birds soar in the mirrors of crystals.
Princess Tatiana Romanova