There, at the foot of Trialeti (poems: Иванова (Ioannidi) Vladimir Klimentievich)
There, where are the alpine meadows,Where snow lies in the folds of mountains,Rhododentron bushes grow like a green rug on the slopes,Dense coniferous forests,Where streams and rivers flow from the mountains,There at the foot of Trialeti,From the top of the sharp Kodiani to the pass…