The Hills of Georgia by A. S. Pushkin

The hills of Georgia are covered with night
Aragva-river is playing here, beside.
I'm sad but feeling good inside,
My sadness filled with thee and so light.
With thee and only thee.
My gloom is not disturbed
By anything, by any sign.
My heart is burning, heart in love
Because it can't live without loving.


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