Dont cry dont cry my child!
He isnt worthy of your distress.
Believe he caressed you just for fun
Believe he loved you out of boredom!
There are many lovely young men
In our Georgia
Their eyes are aflame with more fire
Their moustaches are black and curly!

He was thrown here by chance
From a far alien country;
He`s looking for glory and for war.
What could he find with you?
He presented you with gold
And swore that hed be faithful forever.
He valued your love a lot
But he will not value your tears!

translation by Igor Prokhorov