My divine Talia... When I look into your almond eyes, I do not see the boy I am, but the man I must become to possess you. I want to take all of the pain from your soul, and in the passion factory of my heart, transform it into functional joy. I want to take your hand by the Cheremosh River and with all Ukraine as witness, take you as my wife. And we shall sing and dance and drink... And then I shall whispеr in your ear, "Let rivers run wild or lеt them be damned." My perfect Talia, I lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood