And the high Sarai
Giorgija,
mother of Molesh,
Oh,
Lele,
old Molesh,
Oh,
Lele, old Molesh,
Let the
path be lost,
Let the mountains be lost,
Giorgi
walked in the mountains,
He lay down in the village,
Giorgi dreamed of a sheep,
He served for nine years,
Giorgi was sad,
up to three hundred sheep and lambs,
He became a big
Churbadji to me.
Once
Giorgi felt sorry
for his
old mother,
He went to the high
Sarai Giorgija,
He collected the sheep, Giorgi
carried them, Giorgi arrived,
He arrived at my house,
Mother was sitting in front of the gate,
She was crying for Giorgi.
Giorgi's mother said,
I am your Molesh, Giorgi,
Giorgi Molesh,
the most terrible,
the most terrible Molesh,
Giorgi's mother recognized him The coffin of Solomon,
Giorgi
turned his face.
my god
you