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10 жыл бұрын

Hamlet Gonashvili - Snow.
Composed by Iakob Bobokhidze, lyrics by Galaktion Tabidze. Hamlet Gonashvili (1928 - 1985) is arguably the best-ever singer of Georgian folklore. He possessed a tenor voice with magical timbre, gentle, mystic delivery style and the gift of immaculate melodic accentuation that did wonders to every song he touched.

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@enzok6 2 жыл бұрын

She's gone, we listened to this song on a bench nearby a church that was built at the end of the 6th century (Mama Daviti /Father David) in Mtasminda , with a veiw above Tbilisi and few days later.. That's it our last memory.

@Xebec9894 2 жыл бұрын

the saddest part of life is when the person who gave you the best memories becomes a memory. Dont give up, She is waiting for you in Heaven, time flies... God Bless you ...

@Xebec9894 2 жыл бұрын

I am vicious with love for the indigo snow Untouched, as it blankets the river. My mad love will undergo every woe, Every wet frigid grief will endure. My darling, my soul is a bottle of snow: I grow old, and the days faster flee. I have traveled my homeland only to know It when it was a velvet blue sea. But I am not troubled. I am winter’s kin And this is the life that I know, Yet I will remember forever the skin Of your pale hands embedded in snow. My darling, I still can envision your fingers, In a garland of snow, humbly bent: A glimse of your scarf in the blue desert lingers Disappears, and then glimmers again. And thus my mad love for the indigo snow Untouched, as it blankets the river, It drifts as the grieving winds pivot and flow, It coats every broken blue flower. The snow comes! A bright day arrives with its tiding. I’m covered with tired blue dreams. Somehow either winter or I must keep striving. Somehow I or the wind must remain. Here is a gentle game. Here is a road… All alone, all alone you traverse it. But I love the snow, just as I once loved The sorrow your voice kept so secret. It called to me then, it was so potent then: The placid days, crystal and fair. Your hair rushing ‘round in the scattering wind And leaves from the field in your hair. I pine for you now. How I wish you were mine! I’m a vagrant who longs for his home. Now my only companion’s a copse of white pine. I must face myself once more, alone. The snow comes! A bright day arrives with its tiding, I’m covered with tired blue thoughts. Somehow either winter or I must keep striving! Somehow I or the wind must pick up! Nothing compared original but here is English translation

@zuraura1 7 жыл бұрын

ramdeni adamiani gamaxsena am simgeram....is adamianebi romlebic dges chems garshemo agar arian...mamachemis chatvlit...hai dedasa...natelshi iyvnene suyvela...sulyvela... da axla ukve dedachemic...2019 celia...ori clis cin dacerili komentari amomigdo da mahsin kide cocxali myavda..

@giorgimchedlishvili6750 4 жыл бұрын

zuraura1 ესეთია ცხოვრება

@mariamtsagareishvili3684 3 жыл бұрын

❤️❤️

@davyjones1672 3 жыл бұрын

ყველას სამარე მიგველის ვინც დედის მუცლით შობილა. გაიხარეთ თქვენ იცოცხლეთ.