Текст песни Александр Юлин - Пиросмани

I knew the feast semicircle,
Georgian with funny eyes
And horn with wine and song sounds
As in Pirosmani's paintings.

And it was not for me not to sleep, but in the pitch
In the village of Kakheti Mountain
Other people's people sang a chorus,
Hugging each other by the shoulders.

Why dream that with us,
Dream and do not take care of what is?
Not somewhere far away, but here,
As in Pirosmani's paintings.

Everything is near - a table with wine and bread,
Friends, princes and gol, and know.
All near and earth and sky,
And to hand yourself.

All nearby - Wolf and Wolf Fly
River, and on the bridge we ourselves.
We can all be once
As in Parosmani's paintings.

And I saw not in a dream, but in the perev
In the village of Kakheti Mountain
Other people's people sang a chorus,
Hugging each other by the shoulders.