Parchaladze. Candles crying....
Parchaladze. Lake
Suliko. Georgian folk song
Sviridov. A Zori biut....
(Dawn beat... From my hands
Shabby Dante drops out,
On lips the begun verse
Not read up has calmed down —
The spirit far departs.
Sound habitual, a sound live,
However you were often distributed
There, where silently developed
[I old at times.])
Gavrilin. Night Music
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