I’d lived my own life, but now
I understand a simple thing:
I am a bridge toward my country,
and I am passing on the bridge.
And I’ll come this way tomorrow.
And I’m coming there today.
I go over chasm and abyss.
and sky surrounds my highway.
I’m a bridge. With me and by me
my people comes toward there’s land.
We have a hope, the Sun is shining,
and our bondage comes to end.
We carry happy lot of nation,
a light of freedom is on fire.
And golden arrow of abele
runs through our lives and through the time.
Ukraine by Valentine Moroz
© Copyright: Владимир Немерцалов, 2008
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