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For a rough translation of the lyrics, refer to  About Song section.

Zevit Amodi

Zevit amodi zevita

Kalo ut’k’beso sulzeda

Ertad viarot orivem

Chems paris nagzaurzeda

Kali k’ldis p’iras nu mikhval

Uetsrad gadavardebi

Shen khom iseti k’argi khar

Upsk’rulsats sheuqvardebi

Shurtkho k’ldis p’ir-p’ir mprinavo

Tsazed mosulo sosano

Dauts’erelo simgherav

Lamaz mkhiano mgosano

Zevit amodi zevita

Kalo ut’k’beso sulzeda

Ertad viarot orivem

Chems paris nagzaurzeda

Translation:

Come up

Come up, come up

Woman, sweeter than the soul

Let’s walk together, both of us

On the path to my flock

Woman, don’t go to the edge of the cliff

You will accidentally fall over

You are so good

Even the abyss will love you

Snowcocks fly on the cliff’s edge

You have come as a larkspur from the sky

You are a song, not written down

A beautiful, sweet-voiced singer

Come up, come up

Woman, sweeter than the soul

Let’s walk together, both of us

On the path to my flock

Zezvais Tskheni (Gaprindaulis Simghera)

(scroll down for English translation)

Gadmoviare shenisluli samch’edlos mtebi

Shublze papari gadits’ie karishkhlis prtebi

Ros dahk’ravdi da dadgeboda mt’vrisa namkeri

Dols dahk’ravdi da utskho zhrzholas its’qebdnen mtebi

Khitanis velze, he ramdenjer gitareshnia

Zaalnis gortan alamtanats idek p’irveli

Sheni khvikhvini gaismoda satatretshia

Tskheni iqavi tu lamazi laghi prinveli

Doghis belado bakht’rionis tsikhis k’edlebi

Khmlita da doghit shen da zezvas shegilets’niat

Isartelvis dros tsetskhls ak’vesdnen sheni nalebi

Ise dahkrodi sik’vdilits ver ts’amogets’ia

Alvanis velze gaaprine gaprindauli

T’akht’is bogirtan utsabedad gulgatangulo

Sheni gants’irva iqo zezvas danashauli

Pekhmardo lurjav mt’rebis siskhlit gats’itlebulo

Da dghesats tush k’atss ch’iri akvs tu zhamta salkhino

T’akht’is bogirtan ts’utit maints alagmavs kurans

Qants’i tu ar akvs uzangaze daiskhavs ghvinos

Moikhseniebs gagtsdeba da kuds daikhuravs

Translation:

Zezvai’s Horse (Gaprindauli's Song)¹

Crossing the foggy mountains of Samchedlo

You flipped your mane wings in a storm

There was a snowdrift of dust all around

The mountains trembled at the drumming of your hooves
 

At Khitani, how many times did you gallop through?

At Zaalnis flag you were the first to arrive

In Satatreti² your neighing was heard

Were you really a horse or just a free bird?
 

You led the horserace to the walls of Bakht’rioni3

By the sword, you and Zezva won

Your horseshoes sparked with fire as you flew

So fast that even death couldn't follow

You sped Gaprindauli through the Alazani Valley

Suddently tiring at the Ottoman footbridge

It was Zezva’s offense that you sacrificed your life

Nimble-hooved horse, painted with the enemies' blood
 

And to this day, whether grieving or celebrating

A Tush man curbs his bay horse at the Ottoman footbridge

If there is no qantsi³ he pours wine into the stirrups

In honor of you he praises your name and tips his hat

¹This song is about Zezva Gaprindauli's horse. Gaprindauli was a 17th century folklore hero from Tusheti, famous for having participated in the Battle of Bakhtrioni.

²Satatreti literally means The place of the Tatars, the name the Georgians use to refer to Azerbaijanis.

³A 17th century fortress, today in ruins, originally served as an outpost of the Persian Safavid Dynasty in the 1650’s, until Georgian highlanders and plainspeople joined together in a surprise attack in 1659.

4️⃣A hollowed-out wild goat horn used as a drinking vessel for special toasts. 

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.

Zogi Igeti Kalia / Mts’qemsis Ghighini

Zogi igeti kalia da

Dzalit maikhdens tavsao

K’okht’ad gaivlis khalkhshia

Maigheriebs qelsao

Mtidan ro kmari mouva da

Dzalit aqvarebs tavsao

Me sheni gamk’virvebia

Rogor manebeb tavsao

Gverds tavad magigordebi da

Shamagekhvevi qelsao

Am chemi mok’le ch’k’uita

Ghames jobia dghesao

Zurit’a 

Text: Gigi Tsik’arishvili

(scroll down for English translation)

Ehat tsui telher matsmeme

Vea zurit’a ikhora

/Nandad qonundar ve k’ats’k’a

Gornak’mak’ letkha lap’ts’ara/

Han tso dak’ova ts’ap’ri bidz

Sher kudev iohkot’ ts’emiuna

/Iughiak’ush meitghari nan

Ch’irt’lilo zhabu ep’ts’uina/

K’ur harchench jikh galavnego

Ghvinaghar p’et’ui nazht’ara

/Pkhur naqv gudalhen duilobi

Veshk’urghar andri mokh bara/

Le mokh tsokhats’eg le ambui

Levedr tsotepkhog guirgaghar

/Un dadits’iniah zurit’a

Madelmobaral hal detkha/

Translation:

Zuro's Hill

Nothing was better than when

We used to go to Zuro’s Hill

Parents were young and we were little

We used to jump and play on the hills…

Who doesn’t remember Uncle Ts’apri

Who used to wipe his face clean with his hat

And loud-mouth Mother Meit

Who used to milk cows in the dandelions

Fog winding around at Jikh’s fence

P’et’o Ghvinaant’s house

The horsemen on the road

Andri Vets’aguridze’s song

No longer can song or conversation be heard

No longer do the Gorgianis sing

Why are you without an owner, Zuro’s Hill?

I wonder if it is possible to cry any more.

Zurit'a

Text: Givi Tsisk'arishvili

(scroll down for English translation)

Ehat tsui telher matsmeme

Atkha zurit'a ikhora

/Nandad qonundar tkho k'ats'k'a

Letkhlebts'rat gornak'makaha/

Han tso dak'ova ts'ap'ri bidz

Sher kudev iohkot' ts'emiuna

/Iughiak'ush meitghari nan

Ch'irt'lilo zhabu ep'ts'uina/

Hamina iets'in nat'nana

Batnanesh bek'in ialheno

/Qaro t'at'dien mevt'uri

Hatge k'okhakhi dakhk'eno/

Gubgo lemzrata heaghin

Ghvinaghar p'et'ui nazht'ara

/Pkhurnaqv daghuina pst'ibadri

Veshk'urghar andri mokh bara/

Gvirgahghar enk'os tokhincho

Vedrenmak letkha ikhara

/Buis kokhmiloghi it' khit'ish

Nanana jarbadalara/

Tuk'la dukh nakh dar michdakhe

Uin tshak'va iah zurit'a

/Ts'qet'qo vashbara gholetve

Uis he bharghotven zurit'a/

Translation:

Nothing was better than when

We used to go to Zuro’s Hill

Our parents were young and we were little

We used to jump and play in the hills…

Who doesn’t remember Uncle Tsapri

Who used to wipe his face clean with his hat

And loud-mouthed Mother Meit

Who used to milk cows in the dandelions

And Mother Nato, known by everyone

And mother Bata, known for her jokes

The Meoti kids, wet with rain

Heading back down to the valley 

Standing at the beautiful lake

Peto Ghvinaant’s house

Women and children appearing on the road

Andri Veshaguriant’s song

Aniko Gorgiant’s playing

Playing at Vedra

At night, running around at the cabin

Mothers fighting with children

There were many people here –

Where did they go?

Why has Zuro’s Hill been left alone?

Let’s gather once more together

And meet over there, at Zuro’s Hill!

Zurit'a

Text: Givi Tsisk'arishvili

(scroll down for English translation)

Ehat tsui telher matsmeme

Atkha zurit'a ikhora

/Nandad qonundar tkho k'ats'k'a

Letkhlebts'rat gornak'makaha/

Han tso dak'ova ts'ap'ri bidz

Sher kudev iohkot' ts'emiuna

/Iughiak'ush meitghari nan

Ch'irt'lilo zhabu ep'ts'uina/

Hamina iets'in nat'nana

Batnanesh bek'in ialheno

/Qaro t'at'dien mevt'uri

Hatge k'okhakhi dakhk'eno/

Gubgo lemzrata heaghin

Ghvinaghar p'et'ui nazht'ara

/Pkhurnaqv daghuina pst'ibadri

Veshk'urghar andri mokh bara/

Gvirgahghar enk'os tokhincho

Vedrenmak letkha ikhara

/Buis kokhmiloghi it' khit'ish

Nanana jarbadalara/

Tuk'la dukh nakh dar michdakhe

Uin tshak'va iah zurit'a

/Ts'qet'qo vashbara gholetve

Uis he bharghotven zurit'a/

Translation:

Nothing was better then when

We used to go to Zuro’s Hill

Parents were young, and we were little

We used to jump and play on the hills…

Who doesn’t remember Uncle Tsapri

Who used to wipe his face clean with his hat

And fighting Mother Meit

Who used to milk cows in the dandelions

And known by everyone, Mother Nato

And mother Bata, known for her mokes

The Meoti kids, wet with rain

Getting out of the valley at that moment

Standing at the beautiful lake

Peto Ghvinaant’s house

Women and children appearing on the road

Andri Veshaguriant’s song

Aniko Gorgiant’s playing

Playing at Vedra

At night, running around at the cabin

Mothers fighting with children

There were many people here –

Where did they go?

Why has Zuro’s Hill been left alone?

Let’s gather once more together

And meet over there, at Zuro’s Hill!

Zurit’a 

Text: Gigi Tsik’arishvili

(scroll down for English translation)

Ehat tsui telher matsmeme

Vea zurit’a ikhora

/Nandad qonundar ve k’ats’k’a

Gornak’mak’ letkha lap’ts’ara/

Han tso dak’ova ts’ap’ri bidz

Sher kudev iohkot’ ts’emiuna

/Iughiak’ush meitghari nan

Ch’irt’lilo zhabu ep’ts’uina/

K’ur harchench jikh galavnego

Ghvinaghar p’et’ui nazht’ara

/Pkhur naqv gudalhen duilobi

Veshk’urghar andri mokh bara/

Le mokh tsokhats’eg le ambui

Levedr tsotepkhog guirgaghar

/Un dadits’iniah zurit’a

Madelmobaral hal detkha/

Translation:

Zuro's Hill

Nothing was better than when

We used to go to Zuro’s Hill

Parents were young and we were little

We used to jump and play on the hills…

Who doesn’t remember Uncle Ts’apri

Who used to wipe his face clean with his hat

And loud-mouth Mother Meit

Who used to milk cows in the dandelions

Fog winding around at Jikh’s fence

P’et’o Ghvinaant’s house

The horsemen on the road

Andri Vets’aguridze’s song

No longer can song or conversation be heard

No longer do the Gorgianis sing

Why are you without an owner, Zuro’s Hill?

I wonder if it is possible to cry any more.