Текст песни Владимир Канделаки - Старик и смерть

Where are the eagles and the wind in the mountains
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
Lived Vano, a century old man
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
Death came sometimes at night
(na-no-na-no-na)
Says: "Come with me!"
(de-li-vo-de-la)

Where can the old man go:
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
It's a pity to part with life
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
"Wait, katso, a little!
(na-no-na-no-na)
We must have a drink on the road! "
(de-li-vo-de-la)

We sat down next to, genatsvale
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
For a barrel of tsinandali
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
The night is floating, the distance is brightening
(na-no-na-no-na)
And the old man drinks and praises everything
(de-li-vo-de-la)

Death is drunk, barely breathing,
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
Hears nothing anymore
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
and by morning, just like an insole,
(na-no-na-no-na)
Crawled away on all fours
(de-li-vo-de-la)

From now on, you believe me
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
Death itself is afraid of death
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
And on the mountain roads
(na-no-na-no-na)
There are many hundred-year-olds
(de-li-vo-de-la)

That is why in our land
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
Age does not count
(na-no-na, na-no-na)
Come genatsvale
(na-no-na-no-na)
Let's sit at the tsinandali!
(de-li-vo-de-la)
Come genatsvale
(na-no-na-no-na)
We will treat you to tsinandali!
(de-li-vo-de-la)