I have no fate or will,
There was only one hope left:
Hope to return to Ukraine again
Taking again look at my home country
Taking again look at the blue Dnieper,
I don't care if I live or die there
Look again at the steppe, the graves,
The last time to remember Palki vile…
I have no fate or will,
There was only one hope left.
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Poetryникогда не думали, как будет звучать украинская/русская классика на английском? да ещё и в таком прекрасном переводе?