On Georgian Hills

The night-time haze has fallen over Georgian Hills,
Aragva spreads its raging waters.
And weightless have become my sadness and my thrills,
From you my sorrow’s taking orders.
From you, from you alone…

You are the only cause
My grief is throbbing ever stronger,
The heart is hot again, pulsating just because
My love can’t linger any longer.


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Предыдущий: The Miller
Следующий: Cavatina Aleco