Race

Quruli

Just because it became cloudy

Stop whining like that

Blow away the sadness

Chuck away the baggage you carry

Can't finish my drink

Wouldn't pay my thirsty mind



The boat sails slower than we expected

I see you well from where I am



Goodbye, my small family

See you again at the Strawberry Fields



The boy cries in his pillow till morning

Because he doesn't run away or hide