Singer: Tamara Gverdtsiteli

Last love so brave,
Last love like a Blizzard white
Last love like a cherry ripe,
Last love...
I don't care how rough or gentle
Will you be with me a faint hope.
I will not say a word, touches her lips...
I want happiness to hold hands!

Ringing guitar, and straight crazy sorrow
Whispered to me - "the Queen!" - a young demon, a sad demon at night.
The Queen, the favorite, was only called,
Saying goodbye, saying goodbye, my grey eyes you kissed.
No more meetings, the game is not worth the candle,
Love should be like a reward.
No more words, artificial flowers
Don't, don't.

Call love is not necessary -
Will are named,
Happiness will spill around.
But there will come one day
Affectionate desirable
With a true friend.
Look you spend it,
The whole day, as in sleep, pass.
Night only the pillow -
Maiden girlfriend
Will Express your dreams.

"Life is a theater," Shakespeare said,
"And we all are actors in it".
You game heart pierced,
Gave birth to delight and controversy.
For what you soul played
The people you crowned.
And even the enemy was saying sometimes
Hiding the fear that you're king,
You're a king!
Vivat to king, Vivat! Vivat, king!
Rest you didn't know.
No cannons, no soldiers of his game
You're country was conquered.
I was captivated, that was true,
That was myself,
Was not a game, empty game
Your love.

In the disastrous folio
No offense to
Women. - Ars Amandi
The woman - the whole earth.
Heart - love potions
Potion - or rather all.
A woman with a cradle
Somebody's mortal sin.
Oh, far from heaven
Lips close in the darkness:
- God, don't judge! - You weren't
Woman on earth!

A woman should be able to wear a crinoline, perfume and age.

A woman with a man since
Fighting in the arena of life.
Woman sometimes the Matador and man-bull whimsical.
And love is always bullfighting,
Who will win? an open question,
Who will win? Whose nerves of steel?
Who will win? Who's on first?

For the sake of new love, the one that lies ahead
Before leaving, go...

I'll stay with you, hold you...