In the native land

Dedicated to the village of Tsikhisjvari...

Forgotten particle in the native land,
I'm all taut, like a string.
Here I hasten to drink holy water,
To you, my home side.

In the distance, leaving a trail of a tramp,
I came to you to cleanse my soul,
And that love, what have you experienced once,
I want to compare with love big.

I again trill a gentle nightingale
I will draw the line to my wanderings.
May the path be joyless and long,
But I'll find a path here....

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Georgia. City: Tsikhisdjvari

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