Текст песни Mireille Mathieu - Les violons de la Georgie

Once my life was spent on a single white little boat
Among other, which now I often dream.
His wheaten hair, his endless eyes
You could tell us about how the summer is at its glorious homeland.
And the river, meanwhile, carried us to the sea
To the sounds of violins Georgia.

We stopped under the arch of the bridge,
To go to dance in the cotton fields.
A provincials, whose heart is so close to Russia,
Treats us to its glorious wine country.
And all night long we were beaten glasses
To the sounds of violins Georgia.

And another three years have passed, but they are not erased from memory
Unexpected charm of the last days of summer.
called shared time.
As they are now far from me,
Trains and stations of his beautiful homeland.
And when I go to sleep tonight,
I still hear the singing of Georgian violins.