Втікала [Vtikala] [English translation]

From your fable, I was escaping,

By the scorching pages,

I scored my legs till blood,

On the rose trails.

Don't stop now, there is so much evil lurking here!

Ouch!

And so much drama...

The fables cried out after me,

But I didn't hear, I was escaping.

Wildflowers on my dress came to life 1

And I am different now, not as I was before.

Amongst the shivering trees,

Unicorn got lost,

The good fairy wouldn't come now,

And I am not in pain anymore.

Don't stop now, there is so much evil lurking here!

Ouch!

And so much drama...

The fables cried out after me,

But I didn't hear, I was escaping.

Wildflowers came to life on my dress,

And I am different now, not as I was before.

Invent your own!

Invent your own!

Invent your own,

Because it's my story!

Because it's my story!

The fables cried out after me,

But I didn't hear, I was escaping.

Wildflowers came to life on my dress,

And I am different now, not as I was before.

1. according to the author, this symbolises a moment of her catharsis, maturing, rebirth - rejection of illusionary 'ego', accepting self subjectivity and that she is the sole creator of her happiness.

• Artist:Khrystyna Soloviy