Out of the dark grove jackdaw flies.
It is woe for this jackdaw without its grove.
I am in distress without my siblings.
I have relatives - only two brothers.
They are far away and despise me.
-Brothers, brethren, brothers-falcons,
Come to me in the feast time.
-Our sister, little sister, the way is distant,
Unprofitable journey, our sister is poor.
Ukrainian folk song
Poetry and Photography of Igor Marinovsky