Quchashi ertkhel

Quchashi ertkhel

Qutshashi ertkhel natsnobma qarma
me momitana surneli tmebis.
surneli tmebis, is iko sheni
ase natsnobi da mravalferi.

Nutu sadghats aq aris,
sheni lurji tvalebi...
arafers davishurebdi
ertkhel rom mat shevkhebodi,
ertkhel rom mat shevkhebodi.

Isev da isev,
mivdivar sadghats,
natsnobi qari
matsilebs mkholod,
isev da isev,
me vfiqrob shenze,
da sheni tmebis okeaneze.

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Once in the Street

Once in the street,
The known wind
Brought me the smell of hair.
The smell of your hair, that was so familiar to me...

Maybe your blue eyes are somewhere here.
I would give everything if i could touch them once,
If I could touch them once.

I'm roaming again and again,
The known wind convoying me,
Again and again,
I'm thinking of you
And of the ocean of your hair.