Текст песни Ираклий Учанейшвили - Песня дедушки

Only he is a real hero
Who does not utter a word about glory.
Do not chase her, my dear, -
Glory will overtake you anyway!

And, triumphantly blowing a horn,
Thunder from edge to edge.
But it only depends on you
Is she good or bad!

Remember, choosing the path to glory:
Not every road leads to it.
So as not to turn off the straight path,
You will need a lot of strength.

No, I can tell you, only that hero
Who does not utter a word about glory.
Do not chase glory, my dear, -
She will overtake you anyway!