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300 Aragvians

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King's order Quickly spread across Mtiuleti:
Unbreakable mountaineers,
sons of the thunder,
they destroyed my city,
you are my only hope,
mongrels started to raid
and make our hearts cry.
 
When the mountaineers heard
the order of Erekle (king)
they put on the armor
took spears and shields.
They gathered at the door of Lomisi (temple),
they asked the icons for help:
bless us our great temple.
 
They take an oath in front of the icon
no one must stand far away,
whoever breaks this oath
let his mother merry him! (shame on him)
Three hundred heroic men
followed the Aragvi floodplains,
they go to the aid of the brothers
following the roads of Krtsanisi. (valley)
 
The enemy was attacked by the Aragvians
the lions took up swords,
their arms have not been tired of so many battles yet.
one man was fighting ten opponents,
ten more were added,
the children of the mountains are fighting,
their wrists are on fire.
 
Erekle is taken out of the war,
the knights clear the way
Aragvians follow them
and crush the enemy step by step
'Where are you taking the old king?
have I lost my strength,
Mountaineers came to me,
the war begins just now.
how can I not fight among them'
 
The horse came to Khada (valley)
with a spear cut at the side,
Its saddle is all cut and bloody.
Mother of three hundred sons
Is expecting all of them at the door

Chakrulo

Versions: #1
Let's make a promise in khidistavi, (village)
let's become brothers,
attack Muxranbatoni(a feudal in Georgia)
and destroy the roof of his house.
In the servitude of Mukhranbatoni,
I could not even fill godori (Georgian type of basket) with flour,
I could not grow a cow,
I could not mash the wheat.
 
Oh sword, forged in Khevsuresti,
A Tushetian painted you in Telavi,
King Erekle (Heraclius) consecrated you,
He drew a cross upon you before the battle.
 
Come enemy, oppress me, I won't cry!
Only women cry!
I have been in such a difficult situation many times,
But I never complained!
Let me sharpen my sword.
I will fight you with my sword and rifle that throws sparks.
I will pay you back!
 

Your Memento

This love in my heart is a memento from you
and the reason of my sleeplessness is waiting for you (for your love)
This love in my heart is a memento from you
and the reason of my sleeplessness is waiting for you (for your love)
 
I said I love you, you said congratulations (you said OK)
I said I love you, you said congratulations (you said OK)
 
From that moment I couldn’t breathe anymore, I couldn’t talk anymore (I could neither breathe nor talk)
From that moment I couldn’t breathe anymore, I couldn’t talk anymore (I could neither breathe nor talk)
 
My heart was full of tones but my tongue was narrow (I couldn’t bring them on my tongue)
My heart was full of tones but my tongue was narrow (I couldn’t bring them on my tongue)
My heart was full of tones but my tongue was narrow (I couldn’t bring them on my tongue)
 
Your vainglory killed me, fairness is a good thing
Your vainglory killed me, fairness is a good thing
 
you know nothing about my pain, Anyone who doesn’t know you
When sees you asks “Which lucky person is going to have this pretty girl?”
 
My heart was full of tones but my tongue was narrow (I couldn’t bring them on my tongue)
Your vainglory killed me, fairness is a good thing
Your vainglory killed me, fairness is a good thing
Your vainglory killed me
 

Sea Song

The sky sways, sways above me
And the deck trembles underfoot
One who hasn’t tasted salt,
Who hasn’t felt the waves
Can’t be called a real sailor
And let the sea waves roll, roll
And far from us is our native lighthouse
And let it rock, rock, I know for sure
Any storm can be weathered by a sailor
The ship sails calmly toward the familiar pier,
And with pride we’ll climb down the ladder to shore
We’re on the ground, still shaking a bit,
And tomorrow we’ll be at sea, tomorrow we’ll be at sea again.
And let the sea waves roll, roll
And far from us is our native lighthouse
And let it rock, rock, I know for sure
Any storm can be weathered by a sailor.
And our lives, our lives are not the easiest
Today there’s a light breeze on the sea, tomorrow a hurricane
But I wouldn’t switch places with anyone
For this life, for this life I’ll live two lives!
And let the sea waves roll, roll
And far from us is our native lighthouse
And let it rock, rock, I know for sure
Any storm can be weathered by a sailor.
 

Russian Cyberfolk Song

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Dove-colored drones are taking wings,
Above the fields they soar in the sky,
Oh, Bird of Iron, you’ll never understand me,
The nestless bird flies over the ground
 
There’s an android siting below, his head is down,
The robot’s grieving about a new upgrade.
What kind of system is it? How to handle with it?
We have no clue, but we like it very much
 
A robobird is taking off, but its blades fail to spin,
The battery’s discharged, GPS doesn’t load.
There’re drones in the sky, full of amperage
Once they’ll fly away from us, never to be found.
 
Dove-colored drones are taking wings,
Above the fields they soar in the sky,
It’s flying high above at some own frequency,
The drone flies across the sky rustling its wings,
 
As a bumblebee it’s humming,
I hear some radio interference there
Yes, robots are omnipotent
 
Alas, we are not them
 

O Cameleer

O Cameleer1,look at the camels, one after another, a drunken chain
The commander,the lord,my soulmate,the outsiders are [all] drunk23
 
O gardener,the minstrel's lightning4turned into a cloud5over the cup-bearer6
The garden, the mountainside, the blossom, the thorn are now drunk
 
O sky! Enough of turning around, watch the turning of elements7
Water, Wind, Earth and Fire are [all] drunk
 
Such a feeling on the outside, never bother to ask about the inside
The soul, the reason, the earth, and the secrets are [all] drunk
 
O Shamse Tabrizi8, no one is sober around you [ever]
wasted are the infidel, the believer, drunk are the pious, the drunkard
 
O Cameleer, look at the camels, one after another, a drunken chain
The commander, the lord, my soulmate, the outsiders are [all] drunk
 

• 1. In ancient times camels were a common means of long distance traveling through the deserts
• 2. All over this poem 'drunk' means 'drunk in love'
• 3. The lyrics are couplets 1,2,3,4 and 1 again from a poem by
• 4. of fury
• 5. i.e. it shades instead of harming
• 6. fig. beautiful woman, cup-bearer is a common symbol of beauty in Persian poetry
• 7. refers to the
• 8. : Spiritual mentor of Rumi in Islamic mysticism (aka Sufism)

Fifty kilometers

Shadowless is the road
Near and far there's no tree
Even on the far horizon
There's no forestline greeting us!
Fifty kilometers,
Comrades, then it's done.
But we will prove:
We have enough power
We have enough power
for a hundred kilometers.
 
Shadowless is the road,
The sun burns down hot,
Through the wide blue of the sky
Travels not even a single cloud!
Fifty kilometers,
Comrades, then it's done.
But we will prove:
We have enough power
We have enough power
for a hundred kilometers.
 
Shadowless is the road,
Our tread remains firm,
And if someone gets tired
We carry them along!
Fifty kilometers,
Comrades, then it's done.
But we will prove:
We have enough power
We have enough power
for a hundred kilometers.
 

Next time I will block the pillbox

Who blocked the enemy's pillbox spouting fire?
They were youths who had many dreams.
I, too, am a youth of this land,
I, too, am a son of the Motherland,
Next time, next time,
I, I will block the pillbox.
 
Youth that burned with seething hope
Glorified in a moment the life of heroes.
I, too, am a youth of this land,
I, too, am a son of the Motherland,
Next time, next time,
I, I will block the pillbox.
 
Those who gave their heart for the Motherland,
Those youths' life will be eternal.
I, too, am a youth of this land,
I, too, am a son of the Motherland,
Next time, next time,
I, I will block the pillbox.
 

Song of the Moscow children about Stalin

You live, beloved Stalin,
In our dear city.
It is good that we and you
Live in this city!
 
The same happy sun
That wakes us up every morning
Also looks into your window
At that same early hour.
 
We walk, we play
In the garden at Moskva river
And over the clear water
We see the tower and the star.
 
Maybe, in the high Kremlin
You hear how we sing...
It is good that we and you
Live in our city!
 

To the partisan martyrs

O days of war, of flames and fire
I often recall and revisit you again
Through songs we challenged the barbaric foe
The song was the bullet and the attack itself
Rocks and difficulties affronted day and night
But we never stopped our fiery song.
 
- Chorus 2x
Now sound out you partisan songs
I remember and sing you again
Oh songs, put together amidst battles, storms
About comrades who fell for honor, freedom.