And everything in the world must be endured
And everything in the world must be endured,
And every finish is, in essence, a start,
And there is no need to predict in advance,
And it is not worth crying over the past.
So let us rejoice, people, in public,
Let the mill grind its eternal grain.
The heart got stuck, like a shard in the chest,
Never mind, death will heal all this.
Lina Kostenko
