J-ust let twelfth of March
O-pen the Sunday with light;
N-ight slowly disappears,
N-ew morn sets things
A-right.
A-llow the sun to shine,
L-ighting up the moment;
F-rom dawn till dusk,
E-very song fills the event.
R-ed beacon begins to set,
E-vening brings pure delight;
Z-enith is nowhere in view, as you play the guitar at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem