The little birdie warbled in the cage,
April flew into its tiny heart.
The very April blazed there like fire.
The little bird can love and admire!
The song flew into the far dream,
And lit up the maiden’s thoughts.
It soothed the maiden, it cheered her up,
And the shyness left her heart.
The maiden walked along the path,
Along the path embroidered with mirth.
She ran into a handsome youth,
And relished his fiery kiss.
4.O3.2OOO.
Translated from Georgian
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