The sunset is a song
The sunset is a wind
That is touching the collar
Of Brave captain Flint
We all dream of the far
Lands and seas to the East
While enjoying
the magic rhapsody by Liszt
So much can express
the first light from the skies
In connection with beauty
Without a price
The cliff tops and
the bottoms of seas in this World
Like the music octaves
With the sun rays of gold...