Upon The Hills Of Georgia Poem
By Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
I hear Aragva’s roar.
I’m sad and light, my grief – transparent,
My sorrow is suffused with you,
With you, with you alone…My melancholy
Remains untouched and undisturbed,
And once again my heart ignites and loves
Because it can’t do otherwise.
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