Текст песни Otar Ramishvili - Kovel Gamit

Every night I go out to your street,
I miss you every night, every night.
How short a life seems to last
I'm back home thinking about you until morning.

You know what you know my good
My heart, my heart.
In front of your house, I would like to restrict the place
And I will stand on the balcony of Dilamad.

What a bitter life this life is,
If you have a desire to be suppressed,
I miss you this minute
But you, hang me cold.

Every night I go out to your street,
I miss you every night, every night.
How short a life seems to last
I'm back home thinking about you until morning.