
They were born in Georgia
And then they worried about this always
Eh... at least for a minute, let return to us
Our childhood, and our beauty.
A Georgian will not commit suicide, no,
It's possible he will die in battle
With one hope: let my life forever
Continue in this country, and repeat itself
When people die in Georgia
More and more they worry about this:
Eh..., at least for a minute let return to us
Our childhood, and our beauty.
Our courage accompanies us from olden times,
Every one understands, everyone knows!
It's possible, we may die in battle
But not even then will we forsake life.
Because life blossoms like this,
Shut every door of death
And toast that happy day,
When we appeared on this earth!