Pochuttya by Vladymyr Nazaruk ua-en
Була мета мого життя,
Але, як чистий, білий сніг,
Вона розтала біля ніг.
Лишилась істина сама -
Нічого вічного - нема.
© Volodymyr Nazaruk
Feelings
The feelings clear and open1
Were my life's sacred goal,
But as a pure white snow,
They'd melt by feet so softly.
The truth is all alone -
There's nothing that eternal.
© Volodymyr Nazaruk translated into English
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