Марко Поло - Ирландия
Ireland
Overgrown with moss and a long time ago abandoned roads,
A captain listens to your call again.
Oh, this magic from the past!
It attracts so much that you tremble
And it give the illusion that you are here and there.
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Oh, this wondrous dream!
When it seems that time is frozen under ice.
I will strive there
While I have the abilities to remember, feel and believe.
Ireland! Ireland!
I melt in your hands like spring ice, Ireland.
I will overcome endless fogs, gray oceans,
Ragged expanses of seas and pedestrian areas
that to get there.
We seem drunk since our birth.
We make efforts to become shamans
To hear the voices of the mountains.
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Translated by Alex Him
If you think that there is little meaning in the text, then I inform you that it is not enough and in the original.