Here you will find the Poem Upon The Hills Of Georgia of poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia, I hear Aragva's roar. I'm sad and light, my grief - transparent, My sorrow is suffused with you, With you, with you alone...My melancholy Remains untouched and undisturbed, And once again my heart ignites and loves Because it can't do otherwise.
