Not, it is not Circassian;
But in the valleys of the century Georgia
This maiden is not gone
From the heights of the gloomy Kazbek.
Not, Agate is not in front of it,
But all the treasures of the East
Not worth the sweet rays
Her eye midday.
Not, it is not Circassian;
But in the valleys of the century Georgia
This maiden is not gone
From the heights of the gloomy Kazbek.
Not, Agate is not in front of it,
But all the treasures of the East
Not worth the sweet rays
Her eye midday.