Vladimir Vysotsky. There Was Once a Man.

ThTranslated by Akbar Muhammad.ank 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.

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