Посланники ночи (Ирландский танец)

As the sun diminishes its light and falls with a silent sigh from its throne above, a different glowing being climbs the invisible ladder in the sky and takes its place. The sun’s dazzling brightness at which the birds sing and the flowers gaze is gone, replaced by the soothing light of the moon. It whispers to the creatures of the night; it beckons them. The bats in their caves dark hear the call and stretch their anxious wings. In a dance of the night they fly, spreading the moon’s message to all their n