Gone to board with a pirate heart
In a place where laws pay no part
As we will we shall be awake
When the half moon is in stake
And in the gardens firs hum late.
Here always hope be green.
And our dress be emerald green
Here this place be cosmopolitan
As we will we shall be awake
When the half moon is in stake
And in the gardens firs hum late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem