Sad songs of Georgia no more：
They bring into my memory
Another life， a distant shore.
Your beautiful， your cruel tune
Brings to my memory， alas，
The steppe， the night - and with the moon
Lines of a far， unhappy lass.
Forgetting at the sight of you
That shadow fateful， shadow dear，
I hear you singing - and anew
I picture it before me， here.
O sing， fair lady， when with me
Sad songs of Georgia no more：
They bring into my memory
Another life， a distant shore.