The eye,
The code;
The eyes,
The codes;
Watching you,
Watching me,
Watching us;
Songs! !
Like one longing for love;
Along the lines of life,
With the muse of a bottle of Whisky from Scotland in the hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Scotland...a beautiful country, rich in history and culture; by reading this poem I imagine a wild and untamed scenery, a Scottish piper playing the well-known traditional music and the smell of whisky from the muse's hand!