გზებო, წამიყვანთ სახლისკენ უკან,
სადაც ბავშვობის მზე მელოდება.
გზებო, წამიყვანთ მწვანე მინდვრებში,
იქ, სადაც გული მშვიდად იქნება.

Smoke in September, window was low,
Coffee was warm, your laugh was slow.
Old record playing, trumpet was blue,
You danced in the kitchen, I looked at you.

Letters you left, still in my drawer,
Your scent is fading, but I want more.
Time keeps on moving, I stay the same,
Jazz in the background, whispering your name.

Ann, sweet Ann soft like the rain,
Fell on my heart, left with no trace.
You wrote me a note, no reason, no plan,
Then left with the music - Ann, sweet Ann.

Nights are quiet, walls are bare,
I hear your voice but you're not there.
You sang a tune I still recall,
But now there's silence, that’s all.

Ann, sweet Ann, you were a flame,
Danced for a moment, then gone again.
The jazz still plays where we began.
Smoke in September... and you, dear Ann.

I

I stand alone beneath the shadow,
My heart is heavy, like a crossbow,
Silent tears begin to overflow,
In pain and loss, I’m left to grow

The night is dark, the winds do blow,
Whispers echo from long ago,
Memories sharp, like arrows throw,
Wounds that time will never slow

I load my soul with silent woe,
A burden only I can know,
Through broken dreams and ebbing glow,
I face the fight, no place to go.

Yet hope remains, a fragile glow,
Beyond the pain, the crossbow’s bow,
I’ll find my way, though slow and low,
To heal the scars and let tears flow.

II

My hands grow numb, the cold winds blow,
No strength to fight, no light to show,
I drop the bow, let silence grow,
The end is near - I feel it so.

I cast aside my crossbow's frame,
No war to win, no one to blame,
Just hollow breath and fading name,
And one last thought - a sparkless flame.

No cries remain, just quiet snow,
I close my eyes and let it go,
A final breath, a final blow,
And down I fall, so cold and slow.

Now earth shall keep what sky won’t know,
A soul once strong brought far too low,
A silent grave, no sound, no show -
Where once stood one with a crossbow.

როცა ღელე მოიტანს ცრემლებს,
შენი თვალები აქარწყლებს სევდას.
ანდალუზიურ ბალადის გამას
გაბმულ სიმებად შენი თმით ვუკრავ.

მინდა რომ ისევ ვიცოდე შენზე
თეთრი და შავი ზღაპრების თხრობა.
ალუმნისფერი თვალები შენი,
სოლედად, ისევ დაბრუნდი ჩემთან

Life is just to play in the dust,
This sand always looking for you,
These white trees breathe upon you.
They call your sea-colored smile.
I see a golden crown on your head.
Homeless feelings are disappearing,
When I kiss your tender hands.
My sweet mother, please never weep.