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Mze-Chais Moginaklise -

Keselo Ensemble

Lyrics

Mze-Chais Moginak’lise

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Mze-chais moginak’lise

Sul menat’rebi ganara

Qvela simgheris magier

Sevda vimghere kalama

Chumi churchulit gnat’robdi

Tsremlebm tvalebi danama

Jobs rom ar mqvandes nandobi

Ar momk’las shenistanama

Mezmana shen khma gavige

Qurs vugdeb pekhis khmasao

Chemi archeul iqavi

Masham rad erge skhvasao

Mze-chais moginak’lise

Sul menat’rebi ganara

Qvela simgheris magier

Sevda vimghere kalama

Translation:

The Sun is Setting and I Miss You

The sun is setting and I miss you

But I long for you always

Instead of songs

I sing only sadness, woman

I wish for you in a whisper

Tears wet my eyes

Though it's better not to regret

And not to be killed by you

I think it was your voice I heard

With the sound of footsteps

You were my choice

But now you belong to another

The sun is setting and I miss you

But I long for you always

Instead of songs

I sing only sadness, woman

About song

A song of unrequited love.

Namgalo (Glesam Da Glesam) -

Khornabuji Ensemble

Lyrics

Namgalo (Glesam Da Glesam)

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Glesam da glesam namgalo

Namgalo chemo rk’inao

Gasurisa mlesavita

Gasch’er gamidzegh ts’inao

Bich’o da guri shemosula

Namgalo chemo rk’inao

Ghelavs bzinavs okros perad

Uplis tvali shig t’rialebs

Modit nakhet tu ar gjeret

Haralali da haralalo

Namgalo chemo rk’inao

Herio bich’o he he

Hei da qanasa he

Amistanasa he

Mousvi bich’o he he

Namgalo bich’ebo namgalo

Haralali da arkhalalo…

Haralali da arkhalalo

He he hegi oga…

Haralali da genatsvale

Qanao okro zurmukht’o

Pekhis didebav qanao

Uk’urtkhos imis marjvenam

Ert dghes amogiqvanao

Haralali da arkhalalo

Translation:

The Sickle

I sharpen and sharpen the sickle

The sickle, my iron

Next to the sharpener

The sickle, my iron

Cut away and lead me ahead

A boy has entered

The sickle, my iron

Glitters gold

God’s eyes turn inside of it

Come and see if you do not believe

Herio, boy he he

Hei da the field he

Like this he

Do it, boy he he

The sickle, boys, the sickle

Haralali da arkhalalo

He he hegi oga

Haralali da genatsvale

Fields of gold and emerald

Praise the feet that stand on you

Blessed be the right hand

Of he who has led you here

Haralali da arkhalalo

About song

This is a samkali song, or harvester/reaping song.

Nana, Torghvas Kali -

Mikheil Chincharauli

Lyrics

Nana, Torghvas Kali

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Chighos ts’iskvilshi at’irda

Nana torghvais kalia

Shenoma chemo torghvao

Numts shagimbia khmalia

Numts gikhotsian lek’ebi

Numts gidenavis tskhvaria

Shamik’res gamosavali

Lek’ta ts’iskvilis k’aria

Me tushishvileb megona

Lek’t shamaats’qves jaria

Shig chamikhotsnes dzma-shimshni

Imit davich’ren tmania

Ubes chamiskhes khelebi

Mibrunven siskhlis t’bania

Pekhshishvels gadmomavlivnes

Tvirtvilianna mtania

Chavmarkhen saqur-bech’edni

Imit chavnishner gzania

Gamoviride zalt’ei

Tushebm daigan k’valia

Utkhridit chighoelebsa

Khakhons uch’iran mkharea

Chemma sakmarem khits’vama

Maghla shaibas khmalia

Shuaghamis dros movides

Khakhonis topis khmania

Datvalet lek’is shvilebo

Khits’vais nakhanjlaria

Translation:

Nana, Torghva's Daughter

At the mill in Chigho¹

Torghva's daughter Nana cried:

-Torghva, my father

Don't prepare your sword

Don't go kill the Leks²

Look after the flock

They had the mill doors closed on me

At first I thought it was our people

But it was the Leks who had gathered an army

They slaughtered my brothers

Because of this I cut off my hair

They captured me

We walked over lakes of blood

They carried me barefoot over the mountains

I marked the path

By burying my rings and earrings

The Tush will know when they see the trail

About the people of Chigho

The Leks headed to Khakhoni

Tell my fiancé, Khitsva

To prepare his sword

And by midnight, Leks

By the gunshots in Khakhoni

You will count the number of your children

That are dead by the hand of Khitsva

¹ A remote village in the highland of Tusheti

² Leks / Lekebi, Hinukh people: one of the many tribes (together with Avars and Dargins) living in the North Caucasus region that is today called Dagestan. Leks were traditional enemies of Georgians during the 18th and 19th century, regularly invading and raiding the valleys of Kakheti. Today, Georgians refer to as lek all the tribes from Dagestan.

About song

A folk poem from Tusheti about Leks¹ raiding a Tush village.

¹ Leks / Lekebi, Hinukh people: one of the many tribes (together with Avars and Dargins) living in the North Caucasus region that is today called Dagestan. Leks were traditional enemies of Georgians during the 18th and 19th century, regularly invading and raiding the valleys of Kakheti. Today, Georgians refer to all tribes from Dagestan as lek.

Nanalo -

Tsovata Ensemble

Lyrics

Nanalo

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Madel mo baral nanalo nana

/Chakh’in chakh’ lamzur vagana nana

Vese bedukha nanalo nana/

Madel mo baral nanalo nana

/Ts’qet’qo lamzura vagana nana

Vese bedukha nanalo nana/

Madel mo baral nanalo nana

/O lelinchoha lelana nana

Vese bedukha nanalo nana/

Madel mo baral nanalo nana

/Chakh’in cha’kh lamzur vagana nana

Vese bedukha nanalo nana/

Translation:

Nanalo

I wish I could, oh mother

See the beauty from afar

It’s all my fault

I wish I could too, oh mother

See the beauty once more

To walk in her footsteps

It’s all my fault

About song

This song is in the severely endangered Bats language.

Nanalo - Spoken text -

Tsovata Ensemble

Lyrics

Nanalo

(scroll down for English translation)

Madel mo baral nanalo nana

/Chakh’in chakh’ lamzur vagana nana

Vese bedukha nanalo nana/

Madel mo baral nanalo nana

/Ts’qet’qo lamzura vagana nana

Vese bedukha nanalo nana/

Madel mo baral nanalo nana

/O lelinchoha lelana nana

Vese bedukha nanalo nana/

Madel mo baral nanalo nana

/Chakh’in cha’kh lamzur vagana nana

Vese bedukha nanalo nana/

Translation:

Nanalo

I wish I could, oh mother

See the beauty from afar

It’s all my fault

I wish I could too, oh mother

See the beauty once more

To walk in her footsteps

It’s all my fault

About song

This song is in the severely endangered Bats language.

Here in order for us to better hear the language, Meri Jikhoshvili recites the poem.

Please visit UNESCO's Atlas of the World's Languages in Danger to learn more about the Bats language. To learn more about the Tsova-Tush, and other minority groups in the Caucasus, read on at Batsav, an informative website created by A.J.T. Bainbridge.

Natlis Mtsemlis Dideba -

Didebai Ensemble

Lyrics

Natlis Mtsemlis Dideba

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Hai dideba da natlis mtsemelsa

Dideba da k’vire khtishvilsa

Dideba da dideba qvela ts’mindasa

Movedit shens moedanzeda

Santlita da gast’ekhelita

Gagvaqole sheni ts’qaloba

Dideba da natlis mtsemelsa

Dideba da dideba qvela ts’mindasa

Hai hai kalebo da didi dideba

Translation:

Glory to the Baptist

Glory to the Baptist, the giver of light

Glory to Kviria’s Cross¹

Glory to the Virgin Mary

We have come to your place of prayer

With candles and a ritual cakes

Grant us your mercy

Glory to the Baptist, the giver of light

Glory to the Virgin Mary

Women, great glory

¹Read the About Song section for more detailed information on Kviria.

About song

To hear other versions of this song, visit the pages of Mandili Ensemble and Nelkarisi Ensemble.

This round dance song is an invocation to the angel called Natlis Mtsemeli, who Georgians assimilate to Saint John the Baptist: Natlis Mtsemeli has two meanings, The Baptist or the more literal translation, The Giver of Light. The cult to Natlis Mtsemeli was strong in the northeastern highlands of Georgia, particularly in Khevi, Mtiuleti and Khevsureti where he was mostly referred to as Kviria.

Kviria was believed to be the most powerful khati¹ by the people of Khevi, Mtiuleti and Khevsureti. They believed he adminstered the justice of God within their societies, and mostly was responsible for the birth and protection of the first-born son, the heir of the clan.

¹In the northeastern highlands of Georgia, khati, which literally means "icon" or "sign," is one of the many words used to describe the pre-Chrisitian divinities that are still worshipped by locals in the forms of syncretic religion - a result of pagan beliefs restructured within the concepts of Christian Orthodoxy. Other names for the khatis are angeloz (angels), khvtishvili (children of God), saghmto (divinity), and jvari (the Cross). Khatis are subordinate to God, and the community considers itself vassals to the dieties. They are venerated for their protection, but are also feared for their power to possess and punish. Sacrificial rites are performed to them at their sanctuaries, and they are often personified through folk tales and songs.

Read below for more detailed information on the origin of the name Kviria, an excerpt translted from the French from page 334 of George Charachidze's "Le système religieux de la Géorgie païenne," Collection [Re]Découverte, 2001.

"The name of Kviria needs to be linked to the Christian Saint Kviriake, which is Saint Cyriacus. One of the most popular Georgian calendars already in use in the 14th century was using the following names for months: "June" = Ioanobis-tve, "July" = Kvirikobis-tve, "August" = Mariamobis-tve, "November" = Giorgobis-tve. [...] It seems reasonable to admit that Saint Cyriacus, very popular in Georgia, has given his name to the pagan God, and the deformation from Kviriake into Kviria is normal. The Georgian name for Sunday, "Kvirake" that we find under this form in the chronics of the Atabag in the 15th century has become, in modern Georgian, "Kvira". It is probable that the name of the Saint has followed the same evolution."

Nikokelis Satsekvao -

Epro Torghvaidze

Lyrics

Instrumental.

About song

A dance melody played on the garmoni.¹

¹A button accordion that originated in Russia and plays an important role in the musical tradition of the Tush in Georgia, as well as in other regions throughout the Caucasus. Read more about the garmoni here.

Nino Tsabaurashvilis Datireba -

Tekle Badrishvili

Lyrics

Nino Tsabaurashvilis Dat’ireba

Bich’ur k’ldetavs gadavkhede

Shen bak’-parekhs peri akhkhdomiqo

Dzrokhebi mts’velavs k’itkhulobden

Translation:

Nino Tsaburashvili’s Mourning Song

Bichur, I look at the top of the cliffs

Your flock has no color

Your cows are asking for their milker

About song

A mourning song from Pshavi.

Nostalgia -

Eldara Bukvaidze

Lyrics

Nost’algia

Text: Eteri Ichirauli

Music: Eldara Bukvaidze

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Rodesats kveqana moitsva kaosma

Da khalkhma dak’arga momavlis imedi

/Rodesats nateli moitsva bneletma

Da dabneulebi upsk’ruls mivadekit/

Vighatsam am bnelit moitbo khelebi

Ramdeni umts’eo bnelits sheets’ira

/Gvshioda, gvts’quroda, gvtsioda, bneloda

Da kveqnis satave sat’anas ech’ira/

Vakhsenet ghmerti da ts’avedit utskhoets

Davt’ovet samshoblo mt’rebisgan dach’rili

/Davt’ovet vints dzlier gviqvarda am kveqnad

Da es ganshorebats ar iqo advili/

Da ekhla utskhoel eladis mits’aze

T’k’ivilebs vuqureb mokhutss da davardnis

/Vikhut’ebt skhvis bavshvebs chven sitbos gadavtsemt

Im sitbos romelits chvens shvilebs ts’avartvit/

Zetsas mip’qrobili tvalebit vlotsulob

Ghmerto qvelaperi droulad damtavrdes

/Mudmivad darcheba verasdros ver ts’avshli

Ghimilshi damalul tsremlebis nak’valebs/

Translation:

Nostalgia

When the world was overtaken by chaos

And people lost hope for the future

When light was overtaken by darkness

And we confusedly moved towards the abyss

Someone benefited from this gloom

How many helpless people were taken by it?

We were hungry, we were thirsty, we were cold

And there was only obscurity

We retained God and went to foreign countries

We left the homeland wounded by the enemies

Leaving our loved ones behind

This distance was not easy

And now, on the ancient ground of Greece

We soothe the pain of the old and the ill

We embrace the children of others, give them warmth

A warmth that our own children are deprived of

I look at the sky and pray

Oh God, may everything finish in due time

May it constantly remain and never be erased

This mark of tears hidden beneath my smile

About song

The lyrics of this song were written by Eter Ichirauli from Shenako, Tusheti.

The song refers to the collapse of Georgia's economy in the early 1990s after the fall of the Soviet Union. This marked a dark and difficult time when many left to find work abroad, notably in Greece because of its proximity to Georgia and its Eastern Orthodox background.

O Adila -

Eleoni Ensemble

Lyrics

O Adila

Adila, nanina

Dila vodelio da, adila

Aba, delo dilo-dela,

Adileu da, nanina da

Odelo, adila

Ovo delo da vaidila

Dila vodelio dela

Orudila nanina, nanina da

Translation:

The words in this song are all non-lexical vocables, or "nonsense syllables".

About song

A song from Samegrelo, a region in western Georgia.

Oblobaze -

Mariam Gogochuri

Lyrics

Oblobaze

Text: Ivane Tsiklauri

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Lekss it’qvis tushi omari

Tsimbirshi chamovjdebi

Tem-soplis madzulebuli

Vints sik’vdils daghvits’qebia

Otsi ts’lis gasadzlebuli

Shors qinulebshi vzrebia

Vazhk’atss otsdakhut ts’lisasa

Sul gamitetrda tmebia

K’ldeshi jikhvebis mimqoli

Ekhla pekhze dzliv vdgebia

Dznelia akit ts’asvlai

Vazhk’atss gind ebas mkhrebia

Pkhizloben rogorts mglebia

Am tskhveba k’veri oblisa

Makhsovs met’qoda bebia

T’olebs k’i maints ajobebs

Obols tan hqveba bedia

Ded-mama mashin momk’vdara

Omar rom daghbadebia

Memr mshoblis t’kbili alersi

Arodis ar mghisebia

Arts makhovs sakhe imati

Ar vitsi ra rigebia

Sitsotskhle momets’amlebis

Khan k’inagh gavgizhdebia

Chem khelit tavis mok’vlai

Ramdenjer mipikrebia

Mudam skhvat kheltad ts’akhedva

Ra ch’irad gavizrdebia

Ch’reli rat aris sopeli

Vpikrob ver gamigebia

Am kveqnad maints bevria

Mdidari gharibebia

Ramdenits ts’amovizarde

Tantan daberda mt’rebia

Rasats kveqana shvreboda

Qvela me dambralebia

K’iavots daisveneben

Ekhla khom davshordebia

Dideba shentvis upalo

Siaves ara vshrebia

Ar vitsi ras memdurian

Guldidad vazhk’atsebia

Zogtavit tvalqurobai

Me aros mik’adrebia

Kal-vazhi avis znisai

Akhlos ar mik’arvebia

Dachagrulebis dachagvra

Ertkhel ar mompikrebia

Mudam mts’qenia augi

Tu ra vis dauqmedia

Me arvis gamovktsevivor

K’i gaktseulan skhvebia

Chem gamo bidzashvilebsa

Sirtskhvil aravis zdebia

Chemad magivrad chem mt’erta

Khel arvis gaurevia

Taod mimitsav k’iseri

Tu ravin mt’rebi mrgebia

Bevr mts’are gamik’vnet’avis

Gul k’i ar gamit’ekhia

Sik’etes bevra minakhav

Mk’vekhrebzed k’idev met’ia

T’ialo ts’utisopelo, Gkhedav rom shaitsvlebia

Translation:

Orphanhood

Omar from Tusheti recites:

I will stay in Siberia

And bear the misfortune of families

Who have died and been forgotten

I have been exiled for twenty years

I am frozen far into the ice

Once a brave man,

Just twenty-five years of age

I have already grown grey

I was a mountain hunter but

Today it is hard for me to stand on my feet

It is very hard to be here –

You need much strength

Those Siberian bears are vigil, like wolves

Like my grandmother once said:

Orphans’ bread doesn’t bake.

My parents died when I was born

I never felt the sweet care of my parents

I don’t even remember their faces

My life has been poisoned and sometimes I go crazy

How many times have I thought of killing myself?

Whenever I look at others I wonder why I was born…

Why is the world in different colors?

I ponder and I don’t understand

How there are so many in our world, both rich and poor.

As I grow old, so do my enemies

I am blamed for the wrongs others have committed

Dear God -

I have never committed wrongs

I don’t know why they are against me, these proud people

I have never spied, like others have

I have never been close to a woman

I have never thought to oppress the oppressed

I have never tried to escape, like others have from me

How upset I was when they dared to reproach me

Thanks to me, my brother’s children have never been shamed

No one has fought my enemies for me

I have protected my own neck whenever I had to

I have not broken hearts, nor have I upset people

I have lived with kindness more than I have with boasting

Oh, You – You Brief Life!

I see you

In all the ways you have changed.

About song

Obolze -

Vakhtang Datunashvili

Lyrics

Obolze

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Mart’odmart’o zis oboli

Zis da kvitinebs mts’areda

Mama shin ar hqavs sabralos

Dats gamosvlia agrea

Guli eleva sabralos

Disa da mamis lodinshi

/Verts k’ari chaouk’et’ia

Verts chats’olila loginshi/

Ghame mtvare katkatebs

Pinia hqepavs k’arzeda

/Shin k’i p’at’ara obolsa

Tsremli chamozdis tvalzeda/

Rom daighleba t’irilit

Da jdoma maets’qineba

/K’aris ts’in parat’unebze

Mits’veba miedzineba/

Dedasa khedavs sizmarshi

Ghimili mozdis p’irzeda

/K’abis ghils ukhsnis dedik’os

K’otsnis da ek’vris jinzeda/

Sad damemale, sad ts’akhval

Vistan iqavi dedao

Sami ghamia mshieri

Vidzineb zedizedao

Idzine shvilo, idzine

Idzine t’k’bili dzilita

/Ts’qnarad guldamshvidebulsa

Shen gageghvidzos dilita/

Tskhadad ver nakhav dedasa

Ver chaek’vrebi ubeshi

Guli k’vlav agit’irdeba

Magram tsremlia nugeshi

Translation:

The Orphan

The orphan sits alone

He sits and cries bitterly

Poor boy, his father is not home

His sister has gone out as well

In waiting for his father and sister

His heart is wasted

He doesn’t close the doors

He doesn’t lay down in bed

It’s night and the moon shines white

A dog barks at the door

And inside is the small orphan

With tears falling from his eyes

When he tires of crying

And is bored of sitting

He lies in front of the door

Until he falls asleep

He sees his mother in a dream

A smile comes to his face

He opens his mom’s dress

And kisses her

Where have you gone? Where did you hide?

Who were you with, Mom?

It has been four days that

I am going to sleep hungry

Sleep my child, sleep

Sleep with sweet dreams

Quietly, calmly, peacefully

You will wake up in the morning

Obviously you find Mother

You won’t be able to embrace her

Your heart again will cry

But know that tears are consolation

About song

A ballad about an orphan.

Vakhtang says he learned this song in school as a child. His mother would always request that he sing it, and would cry as he did. It was only as Vakhtang grew older that he realized why the song made his mother emotional - She herself had grown up an orphan.

Olia Kumsiashvili - Bez Papros Boksin -

Olia Kumsiashvili

Lyrics

Bez Papros Boksin

Bez papros boksin

Arukhne bite uk'e

Brakhti tazgho vakhai khinai

Manudo boksin boksin

Burkhogho tsitsik bezrukhalo

Butuntkho shavat unbezbekhalo

Uchnukho mucha un bez bukhalo

Icho majevka zakh bez bukhalo

Translation:

Miserable Heart

My papyrus is burning, burning

And the fire is dying out in my heart

I will leave you, I will go girl

You will remain bitter and miserable

In the forest is a flower, my beautiful

This flower is my love

Sweeter than honey, my beautiful

Don’t forget me, my beautiful

About song

A love song, sung in the severely endangered Udi¹ language.

Please visit UNESCO's Atlas of the World's Languages in Danger to learn more about the Udi language.

¹Udis are one of the oldest native peoples of the Caucasus, originating from the tribes of Caucasian Albania. Today they number only about 10,000 and live in many countries including Russia, Armenia, Kazakhstan, Azerbaijan and Ukraine. They are Christian people who speak the Udi language, which belongs to the Northeast Caucasian language family.

Olia Kumsiashvili - Marali -

Olia Kumsiashvili

Lyrics

Marali

(scroll down for English translation)

Aman okhalchi unza madugha

Zu me burkhoghoi nanajan

Maralzu zu

Maralzu zu ham iaraluzu

Zu meburkhoghoi maral zu

Me burkhogho marale furuko

Ich turmugho zhenene tapko

Maralzu zu ham iaraluzu

Me burkhologhoi maralzu

Translation:

Roe Deer

Shepherd, don’t kill me

I am this mountain’s roe deer

I am a roe deer and I am wounded

I am this mountain’s roe deer

On this mountain, the roe deer roams

His feet cut rocks

I am a roe deer and I am wounded

I am this mountain’s roe deer

About song

This is a song about a roe deer, sung in the severely endangered Udi¹ language.

Please visit UNESCO's Atlas of the World's Languages in Danger to learn more about the Udi language.

¹Udis are one of the oldest native peoples of the Caucasus, originating from the tribes of Caucasian Albania. Today they number only about 10,000 and live in many countries including Russia, Armenia, Kazakhstan, Azerbaijan and Ukraine. They are a Christian people who speak the Udi language, which belongs to the Northeast Caucasian language family.

Olia Kumsiashvili - Zhovul -

Olia Kumsiashvili

Lyrics

Zhovul

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Orchalon shavatlukh cholijere

Jeiranukh duzunane chere

Mamushakukh purana k'ak'apene jere

Mono duniane mono duniane

Mono duniane shavatlughotghoi

Jerenukh puranal duzunane chere

Mono duniane, mono duniane

Mono duniane shavatlughotghoi

Translation:

Springtime

The earth’s beauty has risen up high

The youth have gone out to the fields

The violet and roses have come up to the knees

This land, this land

This land’s beauties

About song

This is a song about springtime, sung in the severely endangered Udi¹ langauge.

Please visit UNESCO's Atlas of the World's Languages in Danger for more information on the Udi language.

Omidan Ar Dabrunebula -

Lyrics

Omidan Ar Dabrundebula

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Ik sadats tavi mouqriat verkhvebis chrdilebs

Skhedan vazhk’atsni lmobierni da moilkhenen

Qvela shehkharis gamarjvebul omgadakhdilebs

Ismis simghera shrialeben ezoshi kheni

Emat’ebian aghara uchans lkhins dasasruli

Tsek’vavs kalta ts’re momlkhent dairit artobs

Mkholod ara schans imat shoris erti asuli

Moridebia imat lkhins da baghshi zis mart’o

Chamohpant’via nats’navebi dahqurebs mits’as

Tsremli chamosdis qvavilivit gapitrebula

Radgan man t’rpoba samudamod visats shehpitsa

Is skhvebtan ertad omidan ar dabrundebula

Translation:

He Has Not Returned From War

There, where the shadows of aspens are gathered

Sit young men, in kindness and merriment

All are happy because they have won the war

Singing and the stirring of trees

Can be heard in the yard

It is becoming more fun -

The feast doesn’t seem to have an end

Women dance in a circle to the daira¹

Only one daughter, far away, can’t be seen

She shies away from the festivity

And sits alone in the garden

Her braids are scattered about

And she stares at the ground

A tear falls like a flower, she is pale

She swore herself eternally to one man

And he didn’t return from war with the others

¹A tambourine

About song

An unrequited love song.

Omis Tsleebi -

Liza Karchaidze

Lyrics

Omis Ts’leebi

(scroll down for English translation)

Irgvlis chamots’va ghrubeli

Tsas gadaek’ra shavia

Shavi chaitsva khmeletma

Mzes moek’etsa zhangia

Manatobelma varsk’vlavma

Tsremli daghvares mts’aria

Uts’in it’iret mebrdzolni

Vints velze darcha mk’vdaria

Misita siskhlit eghebos

Es mts’vane brdzolis velia

/Vints mok’vda mt’ertan brdzolashi

Ghmertma atskhonos mk’vdaria/

Zogisa deda it’irda

Zogisa mamis dzmania

Zogisa sheqvarebulma

T’anze chaitsva shavia

Hit’lers daebas tvalebi

Ena daebas grdzelia

Mets matgana var dach’rili

Mati t’qviit mdis siskhlia

Rom medzineba sizmarshi

Dedasa vkhedav k’arzeda

Ikit gastskeris bilik’ebs

Shvili kho ar momdis gzazeda

Me k’i tma gamoshvebuli

Vitom vudgavar gverdzeda

Me k’i tma gamoshvebuli

Vitom vudgavar gverdzeda

Haerovani salami

Dedas miartvit k’arzeda

Utkharit tsremli ar ghvaros

Nurts shavs chaitsvams t’anzeda

Chemi tseli da namgali

Ar gait’anos k’arzeda

Maints aghara hqav mtibeli

Rom chamotibos mtazeda

Da isits zhangma shech’amos

Ek’idos bodzis tavzeda

Da isits zhangma shech’amos

Ek’idos bodzis tavzeda

Translation:

Times of War

The clouds have settled above

The sky has turned black

The land has turned black

And the sun is rusting away

The luminous star

Cries bitterly

Weeping for the warriors

Left dead in the valley

This warrior’s green valley

Has been painted with blood

May those who died at the hands of the enemy

Be given life by God

Some were mourned by their mothers

Others were mourned by their father's brothers

For some, lovers cried

All dressed in black

May the eyes of Hitler darken

May his tongue darken, too

I too am wounded because of him

I bleed from his bullets

As I sleep in my dreams

I see my mother at the door

She looks out at the road ahead

Saying : Is that my child on the way?

My hair is let down

It’s as though I stand by her side

Send a hello wave of the hand

To my mother at the door

Tell her not to shed a tear

And not to mourn in black

Do not take my scythe and sickle

Off of their hooks

Even though she has no one to mow

The grasses for hay on the mountain

Let rust eat them away

Leave them hanging on their hooks

Let rust eat them away

Leave them hanging on their hooks

About song

Ori Guli Makvs / Saqvarelo Dedi -

Zhuzhuna Latibashvili

Lyrics

Ori Guli Makvs / Saqvarelo, Chemo Dedi

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Ori guli makvs, ar vitsi

Romels vumghero maradzhams

/Ori gogo mqavs, ar vitsi

Romels ts’aviqvan tsolada/

Mtvare shens sark’mels anatebs

Okros skhivebit mortulo

/Gadmoikhede machuke

Eg sheni guli orgulo/

Sheni tmebis ch’agharam

Chemi guli daghara

Saqvarelo, chemo dedi

Dedi, dedi

Sul mudam zhams meqvarebi

Dedi, dedi

Saqvarelo, chemo dedi

Vimgherot, vimgherot

Mshobel dedas vumgherot

Mshobel dedis simghera

Aba vis mosts’qindeba

Saqvarelo, chemo dedi

Dedi, dedi

Saqvarelo, chemo dedi

Translation:

I Have Two Hearts / My Dear Mother

I hold two hearts, I don’t know

Which I should sing for eternally

I have two girls, I don’t know

Which one to take as my wife

The moon lights up your window

It’s decorated with a golden beam

Come over here, gift me with

Your deceitful heart

* * *

Your hair has gone gray

My heart has wilted

My dear mother

I will love you forever

My dear mother

I will sing for my mother

Who could this upset?

My dear mother

About song

A medley of two songs: The first, a love song, and the second, a song about mother.

Pandura - Aragvispiras Agavlev -

Kakha Mangoshvili & Pandura

Lyrics

Aragvisp’iras Agavlev

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Aragvisp’iras agavlev

Mtis mogat’areb k’altebsa

/Jikhvis qants’s shevatamasheb

Shens sadidebels dalevsa/

Mzis chasvlas mtidan ikhilav

Suls gailagheb namzeda

/Zholas agvrides shekheba

Gadagats’vimos qavzeda/

Chanchkertan mogeakhlebi

Shkhepebi gtsemen t’anzeda

/Qvavilta k’onebs chagits’nav

Qaqachoebad tmazeda/

Sulis lkhenad dagedebi

Mtvares vasveneb banzeda

/Shens siqvarulad vighvrebi

Zed rom medebi t’anzeda/

Translation:

I Will Walk With You

To the Banks of the Aragvi¹

I will walk with you to the banks of the Aragvi

I will take you to the base of the mountains

I will hold a qantsi²

And drink a toast to your glory.

You will see the sun set

Coming from the peaks

And rain on its way

As you shiver with joy

As I get closer to you under the waterfall

And drops of water fall onto your body

I will weave bouquets

Of poppies into your hair

I will be the joy of your soul

And have the moon rest over my roof

My love for you overflows

When you touch my body

¹The major river of the eastern Georgian highlands of Khevsureti, Pshavi and Mtiuleti. The 112 kilometer long Aragvi was dammed in Zhinvali in 1986, forming the Zhinvali Reservoir which provides power to much of Georgia. The river eventually flows into the Mtkvari at Mtskheta.

²The horn of a mountain goat is often used as a wine or hard liquor vessel during feasts, when special toasts are made.

About song

This love poem was written by Gela Bekauri and set to song by Pandura, who sings and plays panduri¹ on this recording.

¹A three-stringed, fretted lute common in all regions of northeastern Georgia. The instrument is most frequently used to accompany ballad singing. Read more about the panduri here.

Patimarze -

Liza Karchaidze

Lyrics

There is no English translation available for this song. If you are able to provide one, please include it in an email to TsutisopeliProject@gmail.com and we will update the page.

P’at’imarze

P’at’imari var qvelam gaigos

Kuchebshi midis demonst’ratsia

/Zogi sharvalshi zogits k’ost’umshi

Me k’i p’at’imris porma matsvia/

Ati zamtari ati zapkhuli

Sit’qvit advili dasatvlelia

/Da ati ts’lisa ganmavlobashi

Ramdeni k’idev dasatvlelia/

About song

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