Блог автора методики коррекции веса Нелли Кешишьян

среда, 18 февраля 2015 г.

Once in the Street. Нелл



Quchashi ertkhel

Qutshashi ertkhel natsnobma qarma

me momitana surneli tmebis.

surneli tmebis, is iko sheni

ase natsnobi da mravalferi.

Nutu sadghats aq aris,

sheni lurji tvalebi...

arafers davishurebdi

ertkhel rom mat shevkhebodi,

ertkhel rom mat shevkhebodi.

Isev da isev,

mivdivar sadghats,

natsnobi qari

matsilebs mkholod,

isev da isev,

me vfiqrob shenze,

da sheni tmebis okeaneze

                                                    Once in the Street

The known wind

Brought me the smell of hair.

The smell of your hair, that was so familiar to me...

Maybe your blue eyes are somewhere here.

I would give everything if i could touch them once,

If I could touch them once.

I'm roaming again and again,

The known wind convoying me,

Again and again,

I'm thinking of you

And of the ocean of your hair.


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