Текст песни Георгий Кемулария - Ткуарчал

Where I used to run as a child
Where the boxwood grove grows.
The waterfalls are steep
And ripe chestnuts thicket.

I will never forget
Our school and our yard.
Where they were naughty without care,
And they carried on their conversation.

Oh childhood is our childhood,
Ah, mischievous years.
Happy, carefree.
Where are you mine, dear Tkvarchels.
My heart is sweet.
Where are you friends, dear people of Tkvarchel.
My heart is sweet.

We went hiking with Vladik,
They sang songs with a guitar.
The teachers loved us
Amicably, peacefully, we all lived.

Where I jumped from the rolling pins,
To Galidzga fast, dashing.
My friends are there now
Fate, sorry, they will not pass.

The silence was interrupted there
The crackle of huge screws.
Sowing from the top to the houses,
Sev is cruel and terrible.
A flurry of fire and destruction
Took my peaceful city.
A city named Tkvarcheli,
"Tkuarchal", you are my dear.

Like playground to playground
We fought and made peace
Peacekeepers would be like that.
Would never have achieved
Well, the stairs brought closer
Between the first and second
She connected us with a snake,
Over the beloved mountain!