On the Way to the Beloved

 Shine the moon
 and chase away the darkness.
 Ride my love and do not be late.

 Your supper became cold.
 Your beloved became sad.

 Her hair was flowing on her shoulders.
 Her tear was rolling on her face.

 Ukrainian folk song

 Photographer and Translator Igor Marinovsky


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