Do not sing to me, my beauty
Songs of melancholy Georgia
They remind me of
another life and distant shores.
Alas, your cruel songs bring back to my mind
The steppe, the night, and a moonlit face of
a poor distant maiden!
I forget this dear and ominous apparition
when I see you
But when you sing, I see it before me again.
Do not sing to me, my beauty
Songs of melancholy Georgia
They remind me of
another life and distant shores.
