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Hamlet Gonashvili Satrfialo

Pretty like the throat of a pheasant

A woman stepped out atop a mountain.
She smiles at me temptingly,
casting a twilight over my eyes.
I wonder why, if you have a husband,
Does he send you to fetch water alone?
If you'll be mine, pretty girl,
I won't let you from my arms. x2
I won't let anyone have you,
I swear by this sun of mine.
I'll lay down my life for you,
I'll shatter the enemy's ranks for you.
I'm not asking you for much, listen,
to my heart's moaning.
Come to me tonight,
I'll tell you many stories. x2
When I'll see you fast asleep,
o woman with the eyes of a deer's fawn,
I won't be able to come close to you,
lest I disturb your heartbeat.
I'll just look upon you, sleeping,
So I can quietly call to you.
May I ask you with a whisper
What you're dreaming of, o woman with wings? x2
I wonder why, if you have a husband,
Does he send you to fetch water alone?
If you'll be mine, pretty girl,
I won't let you from my arms. x2