Hilda Conkling (Хильда Конклинг)

Moon Song

There is a star that runs very fast,
That goes pulling the moon
Through the tops of the poplars.
It is all in silver,
The tall star:
The moon rolls goldenly along
Out of breath.
Mr. Moon, does he make you hurry?

1. Gift
2. Red Rooster
3. Tree Toad
4. I Am
5. Little Snail

Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) Moon Song ("A child saw in the morning skies")

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