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Perma Sakokhes -

Liza Karchaidze

Lyrics

Perma Sak’okhes

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Kalebma damip’at’izhes

Sak’enk’i damiqaresa

/Ts’in-ts’in k’i k’argi momektsnen

Bolos k’i gamimts’aresa/

Sak’okhes khdeba ambavi

Sautskhooda stvliano

Did vels hqolia mashina

Sakhelad brich’k’a hkviano

Shig ori kali et’eva

K’okht’adts ets’qobiano

Sakhlisk’en chamoemartnen

Gzas samok’leod sch’riano

Gza uktsie shopero

Chkhamebze gadadiano

/Shoprad eg unda gavushvat

Goglas rom edzakhiano/

Translation:

Sakokhe Farm

The women invited me over

They spread out birdfeed for me

I was well received at the start

But by the end, they were cruel

The story happened in Sakokhe¹

It is considered a stunning place

In this big valley was a car

The car was called a Brichka

Two women fit in the car

They were placed beautifully

As they came towards the house

They took a short cut

"You took the wrong road, driver"

They went off the side of the road.

"We should have called on Gogla

To be our driver."

¹A high altitude volcanic area in the mountains of Mtiuleti by the source of the Aragvi River.

About song

This is a song gossiping about a farm in a place called Sakokhe, an area with brutal living conditions, high in the mountains of Mtiuleti.

Liza comes from the Khada Gorge, a neighboring mountain valley which had its own wealthy collective during the Soviet era.

Peta Lagazashvili Shairi -

Valoda Dzidzishvili

Lyrics

Translation:

Peta Lagazashvili Joke Song

The poem is about the truth

Even if it meets stone or iron

Peta Lagazashvili --

The things that he did!

He follows the sheep on the road

That are heading towards the shepherd's hut

Then drives off in his car

Speeding towards home

He starts the engine well

He knows how to brake, too

He was thinking of selling the lambs

And filling up his pockets

Niko Narimanidze

A shepherd’s staff in his hand

Saw that his own lambs

Were in another’s car

-Where are you taking my lambs?

Are you out of your mind?

-We bought them, Peta said,

When we were coming down the road.

Narimanidze jumped on his car

-I would have known

If you bought these lambs

Now you will come to reason,

Narimanidze said.

Soon a car appeared on the Qazbegi read

He went and stopped the car

Which happened to be the border police

Peta Lagazashvili -

Now you are f 'ed

You will no longer use

Your car’s starter or brakes

You will be taken by the police

And your pocket-filling dreams are over

About song

This joke song tells of the trouble Peta gets into when he steals lambs from a shepherd travelling with his flock.

Pichvebis Chrdilshi Imaleba Mosakhvevebi -

Eliko Torghvaidze

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.

Pich’vebis Chrdilshi Imaleba Mosakhvevebi

Pich’vebis chrdilshi imaleba mosakhvevebi

Mtebi mteburi mdumarebit garindebula

Mati mk’erdidan daskhlet’ili gizhi khevebi

K’ldeze kalts’ulis dalalebad dak’idebula

Bats’rad gabmula satsalpekho bilik’i k’ldeze

Ts’qvdiadshi k’vesavs mukhlpoladis tskhenis nalebi

Nakeipari akhmaurebs mkhedari dezebs

Shevardenivit unateben tsetskhla tvalebi

Beri mqinvari itsremleba chachkans iakhlebs

Moghalul mkhedars t’k’bili dzili saatebs p’aravs

Sadghats shors khedavs sip’it nakhur molurjo sakhlebs

Da ikve akhlos megobari metskhvaris paras

Tskhenis ch’ikhvinze gaighvidzebs memk’vidre mtisa

Prtkhilad ahk’etsavs tekas, mts’qemsis ganuqurel mundirs

Guls gaunatebs mart’od mavals chkami mgzavrisa

Da molzed gakhsnis t’ik’ch’oras da sagdzlian khurjins

About song

A Tushetian traveling song 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.

Pirvelad Kali Gavitsan, Shairi -

Khornabuji Ensemble

Lyrics

P’irvelad Kali Gavitsan, Shairi

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Heo heo hari haraleo

P’irvelad kali gavitsan

Tvalze shavkhedeo

Kalma damits’qo qurebi

Tavi chaghuneo

Sidedrma gadmip’at’ija

Gverdit mivujdeo

Haralalo hari haralalo

/Harali hari haralo, Hari haralalo he/

Damichurchrula bich’ebo

Kali chak’otsneo

Amovighe meo da khelshi chavudeo

Movekhvie da vak’otse shen genatsvaleo

Shenze k’argi kveqanaze

Vervina vnakheo

Haralalo…

Vazhk’atsi iqo jeili

Sanishnad emzadebode

Chaitsvai da daikhuroi

Tvali arvize rchebodei

Igeti vardi mots’qvit’oi

Romelsats shamats’vebodei

Sul t’quili gamouva

Maghal ro ebghot’ebode

Haralalo…

Ak erti bich’i gamodis

Dzaan ibghindzeba

Natkhoari kamari ak

Ts’elze aria ts’vdeba

Mitats chokha chautsvia

Male geekheva

Haralalo…

Rad ginda bich’o kamari

Gamt’qia ts’elzeo

Me rom sheni sakhli vnakhe

Mibmuli leghvzeo

Translation:

A Joke Song

Heyo heyo hari haraleo

The first time I met a girl

I looked into her eyes

She looked back at me

As if telling me to lower my head

Her mother invited me

To sit next to her

She whispered to me, Hey boy

Go ahead and kiss the girl

I took it out and put it in her hand

I hugged her and kissed her

Oh my dear, I’ve never seen

Anyone better than you in this world

He was a brave young man

Getting ready for engagement

Putting his clothes and hat on

Don’t look at someone else

Pick a rose that you can reach

No matter how high you jump

Or it will be all in vain

There is a boy here

Who is acting all tough

He’s wearing a borrowed belt

That is too tight around his waist

His chokha¹ will tear on him pretty soon

Why do you need a belt, young man

To wear around you waist?

When I saw your house

It was tied to a fig tree.

¹Part of a traditional male dress of the Caucasus. There are four versions of the garment within Georgia, and it is linked to a strong sense of national pride. Read more about the chokha here.

About song

A shairi.¹

¹The world shairi means a short poetic verse – The practice of shairoba was found in the northeast highlands of Georgia, where two singers would alternate improvisational comical verses, often above the drone of other singers at the table.

Pirveloba, Shairi -

Eldara Bukvaidze

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’irveloba, Shairi

Suntkva mich’irs midzneldeba

Chveni bedis shemkhedvares

Tavisupleba gvindoda

Daveriet chven ertmanets

Gadavemt’eret ertmanets

Tan davits’qet skhvis gineba

Bevri amit movimduret

Aghar shegvrcha motmineba

Vin ts’agvk’ida chven ertmanets

Is ar aris chveni kveqnis

Akhla is skhva sheubneba

Modit meve shegarigebt

Demok’rat’ia zogistvis

Gashlili p’ur-marilia

K’argad meorgo qvelapers

T’ant rogorts akhal-ukhia

Kartvelt qoveltvis gvich’irda

Erturtisa gverdze dogma

Qvelas unda p’irveloba

Khalkhis tavze gadajdoma

Ertad dgoma rom shegvedzlos

Vin ras gvizams vertsa mt’eri

K’argad unda davupkrdet

Rom ar gavkhdet/ davrchet bolos sht’eri

About song

A joke song.

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.

Pshauri -

Tekle Badrishvili

Lyrics

Pshauri

Tsam daikhura p’irbade

Mtebma dakhuch’es tvalebi

Aghar shpotoben saplavshi

Gmir toplisperi tvalebi

Kari kvitinebs ghrubeltats

Zari tkves shesazarebi

Guli ver maupkhania

Tsmreli sdis alazniani

Gajavrda tsas emukreba

Ghrma ghele ts’qaro pshiani

Translation:

A Pshav Song

The sky covered himself in a veil

The mountain closed his eyes

In the graveyard, no longer is there alarm

In the hero's honey-colored eyes

The wind sobs to the clouds

The clouds call out

The heart can endure no more

The Alazani¹ sheds a tear

The deep spring from Pshavi

Become angry and threaten the sky

¹Alazani is the name of several rivers in eastern Georgia. It is name of the main river that flows through Kakheti. The rivers that flow through the highland of Tusheti are also referred to by locals as the Alazani.

About song

Pshauri Mtibluri -

Lashari Ensemble

Lyrics

Pshauri Mtibluri

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Gamotibe chemo tselo

Kadas gamogitskhobena

Moida saghamoeti

Gausvi raghas moeli

Pulni daberen bidzaisao

Kochorni tivas arai stibven

Genatsvle khach’o ts’qalao

Ram mogtsa magden dzalao

Verts ara iman gatiba

Vints khach’o-erbo ch’amao

Translation:

Haying Song from Pshavi¹

Hay, my scythe

They will bake Kada²

The evening has come

Hay! What are you waiting for?

Praise to the khacho³ -

You give so much strength!

He who has not eaten khacho-erbo⁴

Would not be able to hay.

¹A highland in northeast Georgia. Read more about Pshavi here.

²A traditional buttery cake

³Curded cheese

⁴A traditional dish – curded cheese cooked in clarified butter

About song

Pshauri Perkhisa -

Lashari Ensemble

Lyrics

Pshauri Perkhisa

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Vadidot ghmerti vadidot

Adgilis dedao chvenio

Adgilis dedisa k’arzeda

Khe ala amosuliqo

Ts’vershi daeskha qurdzeni

Sach’melad shamosuliqo

Misi uch’melio ch’abuk’i

Udrood dak’arguliqo

Translation:

Round Dance Prayer Song from Pshavi

Let’s praise God

Let's praise the mother of locality¹

On the door of our mother of locality

A tree arose

It had grapes at its tips

Someone came to it for food

And his hungry youth

Was unseasonably lost

¹Mother of Locality or Place-Mother: A diety in the pre-Christian Georgian pantheon, worshipped especially in the northeastern highlands of Georgia.

About song

A traditional round dance song of prayer from Pshavi.

Pshauri Sakhumaro -

Lavrent Jamarauli

Lyrics

Pshauri Sakhumaro

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Mutseli shamamebera

Sheni bralia ts’ats’alo

Dasdikhar pekhshisvelai

Shagtsivdeboda sats’qalo

Kalasa vtkhove ar mamtsa

Rusulat mitkhra niat’o

Mits’itamts amogevseba

Chemd dzviri skhvistvis iapo

Translation:

Joke Song from Pshavi¹

My stomach is swollen

It is your fault, Tsatsal²

You are walking around barefoot

You might catch a cold

I begged, but she wouldn't give it to me

In Russian she answered back, No!

May your stomach be filled with earth

For me so expensive and for others so cheap!

¹A highland in northeastern Georgia. Read more about Pshavi here.

²Lover

About song

A joke song about a prostitute.

Pshauri Supruli -

Lashari Ensemble

Lyrics

There is no English translation or lyrics 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.

About song

There is no English translation or lyrics 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.

Pshavis Mtebidan Movedit -

Babuli Jangirashvili

Lyrics

Pshavis Mtebidan Movedit

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Pshavis mtebidan movedit

Aragvis nap’irebidan

Tan momqva mtebis silaghe

Laghi arts’ivis prtebita

Salami akhalgazrdobas

Chemi lamazi mtebidan

/Enamts nu dageghalebat

Deda samshoblos kebita/

Tan momqva mtebis silaghe

Tkveni zeimis ziarad

Chveni simgherebis khmazeda

K’ldis lodebs sheazriala

Mtebits amgherdnen pandurad

Aragvi aakhmianes

/Bans eubneba buneba

Sabch’ota adamianebs/

Shen gemivit natelavno

Bneli daplita ts’qvliadi

Aqvavda ia vardita

Nabij-nabijit gavtelet

Rogorts metskhvaris nabadi

/Mts’vane vels shemousiet

Tetri parebis nak’adi/

Translation:

We Came Down From

The Mountains of Pshavi

We came down from the mountains of Pshavi¹

From the banks of the Aragvi River²

I brought with me the mountains' delight

Like the wings of a free eagle

Greetings to the young people

From my beautiful mountains

Don’t let your tongue tire

Of praising your motherland

I brought with me the mountains' delight

To share with you at your party

The sound of our music

Shook the cliff's boulders

The mountains began to sing like panduri³

They even made the Aragvi River sing

Nature sings along

With the Soviet people

You are chiseled like a sailboat

Slashed like the dark abyss

Blossoming violets and roses

Cover the chest of the arrogant mountain

We covered it step by step

Like a shepherd’s cloak

We let the white herd

Scatter over the green pastures

¹ A highland in northeastern Georgia. Read more about Pshavi here.

² The 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.

³ A 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.

About song

A patriotic song about the Soviet Union. Ilia Zakaidze¹ sang this song, except for the last verse that Babuli sings here.

¹Ilia Zakaidze (1924-2008) was one of the most famous Georgian singers of the 20th century.

Qazbegze -

Didebai Ensemble

Lyrics

Qazbegze

Text: Vazha-Pshavela

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Es gazapkhulits movida

Age chamoshra mtania

/Aghelvebula aragvi

Pshav-Khevsuretis ts’qalia/

Ants’vanebula midamo

Mtebze gashlila tskhvaria

/Suqvela damshvenebula

Maghla mta dabla baria/

Zeimobs deda buneba

K’ek’lutsad monartavia

/Pandurze mgheris mokheve

Mzes gausts’ora tvalia/

Sitsotskhle sikharulia

Ia da vardi hqvavian

/Modi da nakhet qazbegi

Ra t’urpa sanakhavia/

Translation:

Qazbegi¹

This spring has come

The mountains' snow has melted

The Aragvi² is agitated

Like all waters of Pshavi and Khevsureti

The environment is green

Sheep are scattered over the mountains

Everything has become ravishing -

The high mountains and the low plains

Nature is celebrating

Flirtatious

The people of Khevi³ sing and play the panduri⁴

With the sun in their eyes

Life is a joy

Violets and roses are blooming

Come and see Qazbegi

It is so beautiful to see!

¹Qazbegi is the former name of Stepantsminda, the town in Khevi that Didebai Ensemble is from. The village sits beneath the 5,033-meter-high Mount Qazbeg, the third highest mountain Georgia.

²The 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.

³A highland in northeast Georgia where Mount Qazbeg and the town of Stepantsminda are located. Read more about Khevi here.

⁴A 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.

About song

This song is based on a poem written by Vazha-Pshavela¹ in 1886.

¹Luka Razikashvili (1861-1916) was one of Georgia’s most famous poets and writers. He wrote under the pen name Vazha-Pshavela, which literally means the son from Pshavi. He was born and raised in the village of Chargali where a museum for him, opened in 1961, exists today.

Qvarelze -

Tamara Chekurishvili & Omar Tsereteli

Lyrics

Qvarelze

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Qvarelo venakhis vardad guli khar

Chveni p’at’ara k’akhetis taiguli khar

Bagh-venakhebit mortulo lamazo mkharev

Chemo lamazo qvarelo, shen genatsvale

Qvarelshi t’k’bili ghvinoa kindzmareuli

Ghvinit saves mashinebi khshirad chaivlis

Mis gadamtvrale bich’ebis simghera ismis

Qvareli rom kalakia vin aghar itsis

Ts’in ganieri kuchebi ikve sadguri

Ch’avch’avadzis mosagonrad dzegli chadgmuli

Sk’olis ezos gogonebi p’irmoelvare

Chveno lamazo Qvarelo, shen genatsvale

Tu tsent’ridan kvemot chakhval gauk’virdebi

Lamaz shenobas ikhilav mtlad gahk’virdebi

Ezo mop’irk’etebuli kheivniani

Marjanishvilis sakhlia svet’ebiani

Translation:

Qvareli

Qvareli,1 you are the rosy heart of the vineyard

You are our little K’akheti’s bouquet

Decorated by gardens and vines

You beautiful region

My beautiful dear Qvareli!

Kindzmareuli2 is the sweet wine of Qvareli

Cars often leave full of wine

You can hear the sound of its drunken boys

Qvareli, the city that everyone knows

Broad streets run in front of the station

There stands a monument for Ch'avch'avadze

In the school yard, girls are smiling

My beautiful dear Qvareli!

If you just go down from the center

You will be amazed by a beautiful building

Here with a decorated yard

Is Marjanishvili's columned house

1A K'akhetian town that serves as the center of the region where Gavazi is located.

2A local red grape varietal from the region of Qvareli in K'akheti that produces semi-sweet wine

About song

A ballad about Qvareli, the district that emcompasses Gavazi, Tamara and Omar's village.

Ra Dila Unda Gatendes -

Maqvala Tsiklauri

Lyrics

Ra Dila Unda Gatendes

Text & Music: Gogia K’avtiashvili

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Ra dila unda gatendes

An ra saghamo dadgeba

Rom sheni sark’melis gverdit

Ar chaviaro gangeba

Sanam tvals dagk’rav daglandav

Gul saguleshi kvavdeba

Mukhli chkarobs da gza titkos

Ar sts’qdeba, ara tavdeba

Tu ver gikhile ik mdgari

Sadats gchvevia p’irimzes

Gzas agich’releb t’arebit

Atasgan davkni bilik’ebs

Sheni panjrebis darajebs

Shens ambavs vk’itkhav t’iripebs

Vitsi simartles met’qvian

Ech’vs gadmiqrian kilik’ebs

Potlebs ahk’repen t’ot’idan

Sark’mels akhdian badesa

Usit’qvod damanakhveben

Shens momghimare bagesa

Da mere tundats mteli dghe

Sakhls viqo mijach’vebuli

Tvalebshi landad chamrcheba

Eg sakhe gaghimebuli

Translation:

What Dawn Should Break

What dawn should break

What sun should set

When I do not climb

Through your window

Until I lay eyes on you

My heart shall be of stone

While my feet quicken their step

For the road has no start, nor end

If I don’t see you there

Where you used to be

I'll paint the path to me in color

So that out of a thousand you'll recognize it

The willow trees, the watchmen at your window

I will ask them for news of you

I know they will tell me the truth

They will spare me from doubt

Their leaves will reach out from the branches

And will open the curtains of your window

Without a word, they will show me

Your smiling lips

And then, if for the entire day

I am to be chained at home

My eyes will be haunted

By that smiling face

About song

A love song by Gogia Kavtiashvili.

Ra Gakhda Eg Sheni Danakhva -

Marta Tsalughelashvili

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.

Ra Gakhda Eg Sheni Danakhva

Ra gakhda eg sheni danakhva

Shens nakhvas me veghar vests’rebi

Qinulze tsivi khom ara khar

Shens gulshi ver gavdgi pesvebi

Gunebas bevri ram utsdia

Dzvirpaso simartles giqvebi

Albat am qvavilebs uts’vdian

Ertmanets mijnuri jikhvebi

Me ts’arbits ar minda shevkharo

Tskhovrebas ushenod gavivli

Erts vnaghlob shens gulshi ver vkharob

Qinulzets k’i kharobs qvavili

About song

Marta told us that the author of this 1961 poem is her sister, Mariam Tsalughelashvili.

Ra Kargia Chveni Sopeli -

Maqvala Tsiklauri

Lyrics

Ra K'argia Chveni Sopeli

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Qana kalebs veghar it’evs

Vardebivit mopenils

Silamazit tvals mogt’asebs

Es p’at’ara sopeli

Ra k’argia chveni sopeli

Ra k’argia es gogonebi

Mzes amosvlas ar atsdian

Mzes qanashi khvdebian

Tval zhuzhuna gogonebi

Vazhebs ejibrebian

Am didebas shekharian

Qvelas unda gmiroba

Gogonebma tavmjdomarea

Mistses mt’k’itse p’iroba

Bich’o mkharshi mogdgomia

Gishris nats’naviani

Dat’rialebs rogorts jara

Okros varsk’vlaviani

Translation:

How Nice Is Our Village

The women look like roses

Dotting the cornfield

You've never laid eyes on

Such a beautiful little village

How good is our village!

How nice are our girls!

The women don’t let the sun rise

They meet it in the cornfield

Girls with radiant eyes

Competing with the boys

How good is our village!

How nice are our girls!

This glory makes them happy

Everyone wants to be heroic

The girls vow to the leader

That they will work hard

How good is our village!

How nice are our girls!

Boy, standing at your side

Is a girl with a jet-black braid¹

Like a golden starry spinning wheel

She is turning and turning

How good is our village!

How nice are our girls!

¹Georgian women typically have dark hair and traditionally wore it in braids.

About song

A song from the Soviet period promoting the hard work of women in the fields.

Ra Ubeduri Chalaa -

Liza Karchaidze

Lyrics

Ra Udaburi Ch’alaa

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Ra udaburi ch’alaa

Rogor didroni mtebia

/Arsait sopeli moschans

Arsad savali gzebia/

An k’ldeze gadavvardebi

Jogi damqveba mglebisa

/An t’qvia shematamashebs

Gamosrolili mt’rebisa/

An ch’ala sadme gamriqavs

Zvavi chamosul mtebisa

/Damekhvevian svavebi

Chrdili damparavs mtebisa/

Translation:

The Untouched Grove

What an untouched grove

What enormous mountains

Nowhere can a village be seen

Nowhere are there walking paths

I will either fall off a cliff

Followed by a pack of wolves

Or be killed by a bullet

Shot by the enemies

Or the grove will take me somewhere else --

To the mountains’ avalanches

Griffins attack me

But I am saved by the mountain’s shadow

About song

This song is loosely based on Vazha-Pshavela's¹ poem Eteri.

¹Luka Razikashvili (1861-1916) was one of Georgia’s most famous poets and writers. He wrote under the pen name Vazha-Pshavela, which literally means the Son from Pshavi. He was born and raised in the village of Chargali where a museum for him, opened in 1961, exists today.

Ramdeni Khania -

Keselo Ensemble

Lyrics

Ramdeni Khania

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Ramdeni khania es mtvare amodis

An es mze rad chadis, rad chadis, ushenod

Dgheebi midian, dgheebi mihkrian

Da me k’i vberdebi, vberdebi ushenod

Ramdeni khania, ramdeni khania

Ertmanets davedebt, mtashi tu barshia

Es guli daberda, gaige, daberda

Rom movk’vde, itsode, sul sheni bralia

Balghobis dgheebi, karivit ts’avida

Dghe gautenebliv, dghe ghames mieba

Ar tsodnit raime, tsodvas tu chaviden

Chem asak’s ar tsodna ar ep’at’ieba

Ramdeni khania es mtvare amodis

Es mtvare amodis, amodis, ushenod

Es guli daberda, gaige, daberda

Da me k’i vberdebi, vberdebi, ushenod

Translation:

How Many Times

How many times has the moon risen

And the sun set without you?

Time passes and as the days run by

I too will get old without you

How long will we search for one another

In the mountains and the plains?

My heart has aged, know that it has aged

And if I die, it will be your fault entirely

Childhood days have blown away with the wind

A day without sunrise joins the night

If I have sinned without knowing it

Then my age knows no pardon

How many times has the moon risen?

The moon rises and rises without you

My heart has aged, know that it has aged

And I too will get old without you

About song

A song of lost love.

Rotsa Martoka Vzivar -

Eldara Bukvaidze

Lyrics

Rotsa Mart’ok’a Vzivar

By: Eldara Bukvaidze

(scroll down for English translation)

Rotsa mart’ok’a vzivar

Pikri mit’atsebs titkos

/Shens bed-ighbalze k’argo

Shens momavalze vpikrob/

Ghame nateli vdgebi

Dilis mzes vkhedav garet

/Mashin shens sakhels chumad

Chaviduduneb mts’ared/

Tu momavalze vpikrob

Tu momavalsa vts’oni

/Uimedod var titkos

Dametankhmebi mgoni/

Rotsa mart’ok’a vzivar

Chems guls dardebi ertis

/Rat’om khar vpikrob mashin

Miuts’vdomeli chemtvis/

Translation:

When I Sit Alone

When I sit alone

It's as if I'm seized by a thought

I am thinking about your future

Your fate and your fortune, my love

At dawn, I wake up

I see the morning sun outside

Then quietly I bitterly

Mumble your name

If I think of the future

If I gage what it will bring

It is as if I am hopeless

I think you will agree

When I sit alone

My lonely heart grieves

Why do you exist then

If you are inaccessible to me

About song

Song by Eldara Bukvaidze.

Rotsa Shen Dalalebs Kari Shlis -

Gia Gigauri

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.

Rotsa Shens Dalalebs Kari Shlis

Rotsa shens dalalebs kari shlis

Mohgevkhar nest’ans da tamar-kals

/Dedashens movst’atseb kali-shvils

Mere tund qachaghi damarkvan/

Rotsa chavivli me shens sakhlis ts’in

Ik t’ot’ebs mikhrian ts’norebi

/Dedashens utkhari rame chems shesakheb

Sasidzod tu movets’onebi/

Kalao mitkhar sheni var

Guls laghad damekhureba

/Kastumzis shuki atbunebs

Nisli ar maebureba/

Buneba gunebasai gavs

Sit’qva khom ori ertia

/Chemi da sheni gamqreli

Nurtsa zeiti ghmertia/

Rotsa shens dalalebs kari shlis

Mohgevkhar nest’ans da tamar-kals

/Dedashens movst’atseb kali-shvils

Mere tund qachaghi damarkvan/

About song

A love song also performed by Gela Daiaura, a contemporary Georgian singer from the highland of Khevsureti.

Contact information

Email:

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