Poems and Songs of Vladimir Vysotsky.
Thank Thee, O God, for Thy grace...
Thank Thee, O God, for Thy grace,
That with time we forget any woe.
But what troubles me doesn’t melt,
As if it’s the perpetual snow.
It doesn’t melt e’en in the summer,
When I burn with the heat...
And I know well that this trouble
Will be ever with me.