Текст песни Парцхаладзе - Плачут свечи

Candles cry, cry in the late hour
They pour tears, pitying us
Silence like a child’s dream is pure
And in the eyes of the frescoes - kindness.

If candles cry, it's a temple
Sends prayers to high heaven
As if sparing the people of the earth,
The gods themselves lit this light.

And holy faces for many years
Radiate kindness and light.
Candles cry, charter loss,
Hands of light in the temple are spread out.

Blue has been given to us since the birth of heaven
And dreams are roads in the desert
Candles pour on the walls of a shaky light
At an hour when there is no hope.

Can't talk candles
Only they can quietly pour tears.
Our life is either pain or clear light
But death has no justification.

Crying candles ...