Vladimir Vysotsky. There Was Once a Man.
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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.