Аннотация: Мои первые заработанные деньги. Моя первая выигранная загранпоездка. За моё первое стихо на английском.
Golden moonlight's melting quietly
In the bluish spotty clouds
While all the air is calm.
The Atlantic Ocean's sleeping
But a lonely voice is crying
And all the legends come alive.
Trees are old, so they can tell me
All the ancient tales and legends,
Ev'ry song of ev'ry hero.
Yet the only wish I think of
Is to take a piece of Ireland
And to save it in my soul.