This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
When did not your tears flow in all of our story,Oh ye Ukrainian women!When nomads harassed, when Princedom was in glory,In times of Cossacks, Poles, serfdom, Tatar forays,Your eyes were ever brimming! Oh, how many hearts in the breaking lamented,How many withered in horror!But some put their grief into words sad and tenderAnd thus into songs that are deathless they renderedA thousand years of sorrow!So sad are your songs, my sisters, I listenAnd darkly ponder the question:How many heartbreaks and what wrongs not forgivenOne song like that to fashion?--Ivan Franko