New Zealand

In New Zealand for a long centuries ,
For distant southern seas ,
Noisy waterfalls and along the coast
The remains of the ship lie .
There's a sad sun heat is not firing ,
There's the wind hums over the water,
There is hope on the schooner gloomy granite
The chips surf breaks .
It dawns on the right , left - the sunset ,
Over the north route of the sun .
It goes from right to left , back .
Sorry , years ago, I do not go.