Clinging to the blue violet
Awakened by a light breeze
Bends the lily upon the grass.
Awakened by a light breeze
Bends the lily upon the grass.
The lark sang in the blue sky
Flying higher than the clouds
And the sweet sounding nightingale
For children sang her song from the bush.
Flying higher than the clouds
And the sweet sounding nightingale
For children sang her song from the bush.
Blossom my Georgia!
Let peace reign all over my homeland!
And you my friends through knowledge
Bring glory to your homeland
Let peace reign all over my homeland!
And you my friends through knowledge
Bring glory to your homeland
Our friend Nininka is getting older
Weighed down under his grey hair
His strong shoulders have drooped
Our hero is becoming feeble
His strong shoulders have drooped
Our hero is becoming feeble
What a stroke of bad luck
He once with his furious sickle
Crossed the squalling field
One step falling heavily after another
He once with his furious sickle
Crossed the squalling field
One step falling heavily after another
He walked straight on the stubble field
Wiping the sweat from his face
And then the flames of merriment
Illuminated the young man
Wiping the sweat from his face
And then the flames of merriment
Illuminated the young man
But now his legs do not move
Evil old age does not spare anyone Evil
And the old man lay crippled
Telling stories to his children. .
Evil old age does not spare anyone Evil
And the old man lay crippled
Telling stories to his children. .
When the songs of free
Are heard from the corn fields
The heart as always
Beats faster filled with wonder.
Are heard from the corn fields
The heart as always
Beats faster filled with wonder.
Bending over his crutches
The old man stands up
With a smile for the children
His face lights up.
The old man stands up
With a smile for the children
His face lights up.
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