You are small, you easily find room in the palms of a Čiurlionis'
King...
You are like a slice of
wholesome bread on the festive table of
the world...
On the globe you are a tiny patch, a steel plate from
a Grünwald suit of armour,
A trace of Pirčiupis ablaze with blood,
a crystal droplet of a sky-blue lake,
A bright green sunrise over fallow lands, a rain of sunbeams on a
city square.
On the globe you are an
amber speck with the scent of pinewood
and the gleam of blood...
Only in our love you're truly great and
in our palms you are invincible
And in our dreams you are a
fairy-tale and in our eyes you are a land of sunshine.
Reasons why you have to to visit