Samshobloze 

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Khars vgevar, khars vgevar naialaghars

Rkebit mits’as vtkhri vbubuneba

Ghmerto samshoblo mitsotskhle

Dzilshiats amas vduduneb

Vazi da vazi da kartveli k’atsi

Ghmerts ertad gauchenia

Rotsa kartvel k’ats uch’irda

Vazs mashin gadurchenia

Irems rad uqvars mtis ts’qaro

Arts’ivs maghali mtania

Me raze miqvars samshoblo

Gana es sak’itkhavia

Net’ai net’ai vinats me miqvars

Net’ai vinats me miqvars

Imasats veqvarebode

Da mere tundats mtel sopels

Ch’irivit vejavrebode

Translation:

Homeland

I am like the buffalo when I work

I dig into the earth with my horns

God, may the homeland save me

Is what I murmur in my dreams

The vine and the Georgian man

God created them together

When the Georgian man was in need

He was saved by the vine

As a deer loves mountain water

And as the eagle loves flying high

I, without hesitation

Love my homeland

Oh how I wish that the one I love

Would love me in return

Even if it infected the entire village

With anger towards me

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

Samshobloze

Shors tsisk’ari rom migheba    

Darialis k’arebia                          

Mzis garshemo bnels rom pant’avs    

Mshobliuri k’arebia

/Ise kharobs gazapkhuli

Samuri darebia

Chemi siqrme sich’abuk’e

Laghad gamit’arebia/

Sakartvelos brdznuli deda

Shvilebs gaukharebia

Shemosila mzis garshemo

Irgvliv mtebis parebia

/Mtashi titkos brdzolis khmaa

Tsashi tsetskhlis alebia

Shromisak’en mots’odebis

Mshobliuri zarebia/

Qvelgan ismis gamarjveba

Qvelgan chveni jarebia

Mshvidoba da siqvaruli

Kveqnad daumqarebia

/Mas vet’rpi da mudam vitsav

Sul saamo darebia

Samshobloze upro met’ad

Me aravin mqvarebia/

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San Dai Muakhk

Bastiena malkha melchu doghuntsa

Lichebo sa daimokhg

Basbasa zazantsa khazachu ariantsa

Khaza bu sa daimoakhg

Halekha liamnash shera arinash

Ho mia damokhg

Dukha diazarna tukha sa datsa

Nana daimokhg

Sanamde Viaro Ushenod Shara-khevs

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Net’a shen shavo aragvo

Agharts rame gakvs sanaghvlo

/Uqvarkhar aragvs tetrasa

Aravis dasdev samadlod/

Sanamde viaro ushenod shara-khevs

Erturti shoridan sanamde vakhedot

/Shen surnels inakhavs tmebi da titebi

Shen khels chanavlebi p’erangis saqelo/

Ts’aval da davtelav ushenod maqvlians

Naek’lshi t’k’ivili leksebad mozhonavs

/Ts’ut tvals maqoleben k’atsebi avghiad

Kalebi chum-chumad kokolas maqrian/

Ts’aval da gamqveba shurida kilik’i

Rit’mebits sashenod ts’indebs vksov shibians

/Mertskhlebma itsian shen gza da bilik’i

Leksebs da otsnebebs ak sul skhva khibli akvs/

Translation:

How Long Will I Be Without You

I wonder, Black Aragvi¹

If you have anything more to mourn?

Only the White Aragvi loves you

No one else pities you

How long will I be without you?

When shall we see one another again?

Your hair and fingers left their scent

On the collar of my shirt 

I will walk without you in the blackberry bushes

Poetry will rise from the pain of the thorns

The foul stares of men accompany me

While women only wish for me damnation

I'll leave and you will follow me in envy

I’ll sew socks that suit you well

The swallows know your every move

Here poems and dreams have a different charm

¹The Black Aragvi flows through Gudamaqari and is one of the main tributaries of the Aragvi River, which is the major river of the eastern Georgian highlands of Khevsureti, Mtiuleti and Pshavi. The Black Aragvi flows into the White Aragvi at Pasanauri.  

Santelebi

Text & Music: Maqvala Tsiklauri

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Sionshi sheval da me santels avanteb

Da shenzed viloceb chumad

/Shens tavs shevavedreb, ghmerts chumi vedrebit

Sakhels ar vakhseneb sulats/

T’adarshi shevedi didebis t’adarshi

Raa sak’virveli an rad gaiotse

/Santeli avante, p’at’ara santeli

P’at’ara santelit, me shenze vilotse/

Da roca idumal khmit gavesaubre

Da roca gavande mas chemi naghveli

/Hoi saotsrebav es ra davinakhe

Tsremlad ighvreboda p’at’ara santeli/

Jvars sions vardzias sul pekhit movilvli

Da santels avanteb ts’mindas

/Oghont shen giqvarde, oghont shen gakhsovde

Met’i araperi minda/

T’adarshi shevedi didebis t’adarshi

Raa sak’virveli an rad gaiotse

/Santeli avante, p’at’ara santeli

P’at’ara santelit, me shenze vilotse/

Da roca idumal khmit gavesaubre

Da roca davande mas chemi satkmeli

Hoi saotsrebav es ra davinakhe

Tsremlad ighumeboda p’at’ara santeli

Goneba davk’arge chumad avkvitindi

Tsremlad vighvrebodit meca da santelits

Translation:

Candles

I will enter Sioni¹ and light a candle for you

I will pray in silence, your name to God

With silent words

I will not even say your name aloud

I entered the church

Striking and glorious

I lit a small candle, a small candle

And I prayed for you with this small candle

And when I spoke to the candle

When I told it my sorrow

My God – What did I see?

I saw the small candle crying

I will visit Jvari², Sioni, and Vardzia³ 

All on foot, and I will light a holy candle

Merely love me, merely remember me!

I do not want anything else.

I lost consciousness and quietly cried

We cried together, the candle and I

¹ Sioni Cathedral of the Dormition. Originally constructed in the 6th-7th century, Sioni is a Georgian Orthodox cathedral in Tbilisi, Georgia.  Read more about the cathedral here. 

² Jvari, or the Monastary of the Cross, is a 6th century Georgian Orthodox monastery located just outside Mtskheta. Read more about Jvari here. 

³ Vardzia is an impressive cave monastery site, built in the 12th century. Inside is the Church of the Dormition, which dates back to the 1180's, Queen Tamar's rule during the Golden Age of Georgia. Read more about Vardzia here. 

Santlebi  

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Ghamea sichume aris

Sadghats galoba ismis

/Sadghats santeli tsimtsimebs

Sadghats vighatsa t’iris/

Net’avi ristvis mosula

Net’avi rat’om t’iris

/Net’avi ram moiqvana

Am ghamit sionshi is/

Odad ktseuli khat’ebtan

P’irjvars its’erda is

Shavebshi mosuli mosula

Am ghamit sionshi is

Translation:

Candles

It is night and there is silence

Somewhere chanting can be heard

Somewhere a candle twinkles

Somewhere someone cries
 

I wonder what she came for

I wonder why she cries

I wonder what brought her 

On this night to Sioni¹

She comes close to the icons

And crosses herself 

She has come dressed in black

On this night to Sioni

¹Sioni Cathedral of the Dormition. Originally constructed in the 6th-7th century, Sioni is a Georgian Orthodox cathedral in Tbilisi, Georgia.  Read more about the cathedral here. 

Instrumental.

Satsek’vao Mot’ivi

Es gogo k’argad tamashobs

Pekhis ts’verebze dgebao

Amas rom pekhi et’k’onos

Net’a vis dabraldebao

Translation:

Dance Motif 

This girl dances well

She stands on her toes

I wonder who will be blamed

Should she hurt her foot

Sats'utro

Text: Manana Geladze

Music: Eter Maisuradze

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Libo datkhrilo sats’utro

Ts’ukhilit ts’akhved sad tavo

Ak tu k’i ts’elshi gamt’ekhe

Ik rogor gavimartao

Makhsovda visi goris var

Tsuda mt’erobats vtsadeo

Mamulo sheni suntkva var

Zvarak’ad ganmitsadeo

Mamqope chemo gamcheno

Mamuls pitsvertskhlad natali

Net’ar iqvenit kartvelno

upals uqvaran martalni

Translation:

Life

Oh, Life

Where have you gone, so troubled?

If you have bent my back here

How can I correct it there?

I remember which hill I belong to

I tried to do the enemy wrong

I breathe for you, fatherland!

I sacrifice myself for you.

Let me live, creator

I am the homeland’s blood brother and light

Mercy on you, Georgians

The Lord loves those who are true

Sen Dok’

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Dak’akh harcheso dardia

Mohe lamukha k’urelcha

Are vadeln da se qopna

Qahesh datkh ese pikria

Le mokh’ tso khats’so michmerna

Le delar tsohani khats’so

Osht’i ia osht’i naghvela

Qahe dak’levar kh’echsokha

Ukhk’ch’irbal he sik’etekha

Ven dahucharla arch’isha

Vun dak’ tsodelil –

Delar undak’dal –

Dahkhetsal dak’an maqlibal

Khilhal sharn mohe leitsa

Dardgorenae datkhrekha

T’iripa kast’e matkharla

Translation:

My Heart

Grief is in my heart

Like the mountain fog

My existence is confused

My thoughts are crying

I don’t understand song

I don’t understand laughter

Again and again I grieve

I have bitter thoughts

I wonder, what plagues your kindness?

Why has it darkened, become black?

Why does no one laugh, no one?

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I let go of my heart

Let it be how she wants it

A willow will soon fade

From weeping out of grief

Sergo Torghvaidzes Simghera

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Kedebo ak gavizarde

Ver gavdzegh tkvenis tskerita

Tkveni lamazi gul-mk’erdi

Gadavkhan leksis ts’erita

Bevrjer shevebi nap’ralebs

Chemi lamazi tskhenita

Bevrjer vamt’rie karap’i

Ts’riapi’ta da jokhita

Arts’ivis dzmobili viqavi

Jikhvebtan vch’amdi sadilsa

Karishkhals vjobdi grigalsa

Amordnilsa mtisasa

/Iara shemomep’ara

Guli varamma ts’aigho/

Translation:

Sergo Torghvaidze’s Song

Mountain ridges, I was raised by you 

I am not just satisfied by looking at you

I’ve described you in poetry

Your beautiful heart and soul

Many times I fought the wrinkled mountains

With my beautiful horse

Many times I broke the land

With my cleats and my sticks
 

I was the brother of an eagle

I ate alongside the wild goats¹

In bad weather, I beat the tempest

When I came through the mountains

Sadness has settled in me

Torment has taken my heart

¹The Caucasian tur, a mountain-dwelling caprid found in most of the Caucasus. They live in rough mountainous terrain between 800 and 4,000 meters above sea level.

Shakara 

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Amo p’iraghmartze shakara, sakhre ar amaghebino

Ise amit’a uremi, rom arts k’i gamagebino

Ise amit’a uremi, ichkare chemo shakara

Rom arts k’i gamagebino

Achkardi bindma mogvists’ro

Gugunebs niavkaria

Atsremlebula sul-dgmuli

Miquchda mta da baria

Atsremlebula sul-dgmuli, ichkare chemo shakara

Miquchda mta da baria

Agera im lurj mtazeda

Amobadrdeba mtvareo

Shoridan gamogvichndeba, chven sopeli mkhareo

Shoridan gamogvichndeba, ichkare chemo shakara

Chveni sopeli mkhareo

Gaukhardebat chvenebsa, tu ts’vanan adgebiano

/Me dokit ghvinos momidgmen,

Shen tivas dagiqriano/

Translation:

Sugar

Come up this steep road, Sugar

Don’t make me use the whip

Pull the cart

So that I don’t feel it

Pull the cart – quickly my Sugar

So that I don’t feel it
 

Twilight follows quickly

The wind is buzzing

To live is to shed a few tears

The mountains and valleys have gone silent

To live is to shed tears - quickly my Sugar 

The mountains and valleys have gone silent

Yonder, over the blue mountains

The moon will rise

And far in the distance

Our village will be in sight

Our family will be happy 

If they are asleep

They’ll awake to greet us

A jug of wine will be served to me

And hay will be laid out for you.

Instrumental.

Instrumental.

Shat’iluri Dat’ireba

Kal-zalo arvis gik’ristaeo

Chemi sitsotskhleio

Dilit var shvili damk’argaveo

Tvalit mch’erel var prinveltaio

At’atsebul hqvand haershiao

Shvilis ts’k’mut’unma gamaghvidzao

Arts’ivs im gasat’ialebsao

Chvili shvelas mtkhovd kalod zalo

Chemgan sashvel k’i ar iqvao

Avdekid ts’amovedi shinao

Shvili prinvelta vajijgvnieo

Translation:

A Mourning Song From Shatili

O, my life!

I lost my child while I was sleeping

I saw with my eyes an eagle

It was holding my child in the air

I was awoken by the whine of my child

The eagle – That cursed bird!

My child cried for help

And I couldn’t do anything

I stood up and went home

And left my child for the eagles to eat

Shat’iluri Sakorts’ilo

Haralalo hari harale

Haralalo masul st’omarta

Haralalo chven masp’indzelta

Haralalo hari harale

Haralalo chamauare

Haralalo nep-dedopalta

Haralalo ghmerti ts’qalobden

Haralalo hari harale

Translation:

Wedding Song From Shatili

To our guests

To our hosts

Go and dance

To the bride and groom

God have mercy on them

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.

Shat’ilze

Skhvaimts nu daibadeba

Chempera gzisa k’valisa

Arts skhva qopila gvarisa

Ma p’ap’ichemis gvarisa

Me obols gamats’irvies

T’k’bili samshoblo tavisa

Chemis kvitk’iris kvebzeda

Dghesats qvavebi schkhavisa

Mamik’les mamidashvili

Gazrdili lerts’am t’anisa

Dro aghar mistses ekhmara

Dzalghone tavis mk’vlavisa

Mt’ris t’qvias daundobelsa

Udroos dautravisa

Am tsodva bralis gamgebsa

Mets veghar gamidzlavisa

Aba ras margebs madena

Tvalebze tsremlis ghvarisa

Vazhk’atss ukhdeba mt’ris dzebna

Khmlisad dgereba khmalisa

Tu gach’irdeba simagre

Msgavsad karapis salisa

Shat’ili iqo ts’initgens

Gat’ekhelis dzalisa

Urjuls hkhotsdes vazhk’atsni

T’anze amskhmelni rvalisa

Khevebi gachnda sazghvrada

Nadeni siskhlis ghvarita

Dakhk’arit akhalgazrdano

Tsetskhli adinet alias

Mt’ers ertits ar shaarchinat

Zedmet’i siskhlis tsvaritsa

Rats shat’il daarsebula

Mt’risad ar dautmavisa

Shav K’ldesa Shavi Qorani

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Shav k’ldesa shavi qorani

Hai qorani

/Chava da chaekaneba/

Chava da leshit gadzgheba

Hai gadzgheba

/Amasvla daezareba/

Rai ginda chemgan qorano

Hai qorano

/Ras damt’rialeb tavzeda/

Shens jibrze egre gavkhdebi

Hai gavkhdebi

/Khorts ver mip’ovnit dzvalzeda/

Ertai var ertkhel movk’vdebi

Hai movk’vdebi

/Ertkhel vat’ireb dedasa/

Ertkhel sjobia sik’vdili

Hai sik’vdili

/Sul mudam daghonebasa/

Translation:

Black Raven on the Black Cliff

The black raven on the black cliff

Flies down

It flies down and eats decaying flesh

It will be too lazy to fly back up

What do you want from me, raven?

Why do you fly around my head?

To counter you, I will become thin

You will not be able to find the flesh on my bones

I am alone and will die 

And my mother will cry only once

It is better to die once

Then to be forever melancholic

Shavi Mandili

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Es tkhovna iqo, mshobelo sheni

Gulshi vat’are satutad didkhans

Dedav sitsotskhles shavi ar shvenis

Maints vasruleb ras mitkhar, deda

Didkhans vedzebe shavi mandili

Ch’aghara tmebi rom dagimshveno

Shavi mandili, shori mandzili

Vit gagetsvitos, dedao chemo

Barats gigzavni mandiltan ertad

Shvilis nats’eri gagatbobs, vitsi

Vitsi emduri shens dedis ertas

Nakhvis lodinshi guli ar itsdis

Dasrulda qrmoba bolos da bolos

Ambavi mzis da zghap’ari mtvaris

Mets davvazhk’atsdi mats’ukhebs mkholod

Dedav shens tmebshi adre zamtari

Punjebiani shavi mandili

Minda ch’aghara tma dagimshveno

Shavi mandili, shori mandzili

Mzit gagetsvitos, dedao chemo

Translation:

The Black Head Scarf

At your request, my dear parent

I carried it tenderly in my heart a long time

Mother, black is not suitable for life

But I did what you asked

I searched a long time for this black head scarf

To beautify your gray hair

A black head scarf, a long distance

To be faded, dear mother

I am sending you a letter with the scarf

Your child’s writing will warm you

You're upset because your only child is far away

My heart won't rest until I see you

At last my adolescence is finished

The story of the sun and the fairytale moon

I became a man and the only thing that bothers me

Is that winter came early to your hair, mother

With this black headscarf

I want to make your gray hair beautiful

A black head scarf, a long distance

Faded by the sun, dear mother

Shavi Tvalebi

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Shavi tvalebi ra tvalebia

Shavi tvalebi gulit vat’aro

/Minda rom k’argo gulshi chagik’ra

Kveqnad gat’aro, kveqnad gat’aro/

Rat’om izrdeba kveqnad qvavili

Tu siqvarulit igi dach’k’neba

/Rad ibadeba is akhalgazrda

Vints siqvarulit dait’anjeba/

Gazapkhuldeba gamoighvidzebs

Gaits’lebian kveqnad vardebi

/Mashin me k’argo vardebs mogit’an

Mogeperebi, mogeperebi/

Shen jvars daits’er agugundeba

Svet’itskhovelis ts’minda zarebi

/Shen skhvas gaqvebi magram itsode

Im skhvaze met’ad me meqvarebi/

Ghvino-araqi me ver damatrobs

Qants’ebit rom sva chemo sitsotskhle

/Me mkholod sheni tvalebit matrobs

Da es tvalebi ghmerto mitsotskhle/

Translation:

Black Eyes
 

Black eyes, what eyes!

Black eyes, in my heart I hold

I want to hold you in my arms, my dear

And take you everywhere

Why will all the flowers grow

If they should fade from love?

Why will the young be born

If they should suffer from love?

Spring will come and will awaken

All of the roses will flourish

Hence I will bring you roses, my dear

I shall caress you, I shall caress you
 

The cross that you write¹ will resonate

Svet’itskhoveli’s² holy bells will ring

You will follow another, but know

That I love you more than he ever will

Wine or hard alcohol doesn’t get me drunk

Even if I drink from the qantsi³

Only your eyes make me drunk

And what eyes! God, save me!

¹To "write the cross" in Georgian means to get married.

²The "Living Pillar Cathedral" 11th century Georgian Orthodox church, located in Mtskheta, 20 kilometers northwest of Tbilisi. It is the second largest church in Georgia after Sameba Cathedral and it is believed to be the burial place of Christ's mantle.

³The horn of a mountain goat is often used as a wine or hard liquor glass during feasts, to make special toasts.