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The Georgian Song
by Bulat Okudzhava

A vine seed I shall sow in soil, so warm and so greeting once,
And shall kiss a vine rod, then a bunch of ripe grapes I shall pick;
And I'll call my good friends to the feast With a heart, tuned to warmth of my inner love.
Otherwise, why on this earth eternal now I live?

Please, come here, my guests,all of you, for the food and the meal today,
And what I am for you, face to face, please, tell frankly to me.
And my Father in Heaven will obsolve my sins and my faults this way.
Otherwise, why on this earth eternal now I live?

In dark-red gown will sing to me dear Daly her song for long,
In white-black suit I'll bend my head low while listening this,
And from such a nice song I'll die with a love and, of course, with a sorrow.
Otherwise, why on this earth eternal now I live?

When the sunset puffs up colours red to the corners and plays with them
Let at my eyes see in front only such a great scene,
Where the blue buffalo goes free, the white eagle, a gold trout, as well...
Otherwise, why on this earth eternal now I live?