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My thorny thoughts, my thorny thoughts, You bring me only woe! Why do you on the paper stand So sadly row on row? ... Why did the winds not scatter you Like dust across the steppes? Why did ill-luck not cradle you To sleep upon its breast? ... My thoughts, my melancholy thoughts, My children, tender shoots! I nursed you, brought you up -- and now What shall I do with you? ... Go to Ukraine, my homeless waifs! Your way make to Ukraine Along back roads like vagabonds, But I'm doomed here to stay. There you will find a heart that's true And words of welcome kind, There honesty, unvarnished truth And, maybe, fame you'll find ... So welcome them, my Motherland, Ukraine, into your home! Accept my guileless, simple brood And take them for your own!
Inspired by Taras Shevchenko's poem "My Thoughts"
"Думи мої, думи мої" in Ukrainian