Behind it mountains

So there are mountains.

Mountains of my native land...

That you loved,

That that I loved,

About this I will sing love...

Behind this the sea,

Still - the sea...

The sea of my native land....

That that you loved,

That that I loved,

This love other another...

The poppy adores - springs a rain,

And the sparrow aspires to a wind...

The Wind, Behind mountains -

Becomes hurricane...

I die of pity of a sparrow........

Tsira Gogeshvili

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