Ne poj, krasavica, pri mne
Ty pesen Gruziji pechal'noj
Napominajut mne oni
Druguju zhizn' i bereg dal'nij
Do not sing, my beauty, to me
your sad songs of Georgia
they remind me
of that other life and distant shore
Uvy, napominajut mne
Tvoji zhestokije napevy
I step', i noch', i pri lune
Cherty dalekoj, bednoj devy
Alas, They remind me
your cruel melodies
of the steppe, the night and moonlit
features of a poor, distant maiden!
Ja prizrak milyj, rokovoj
Tebja uvidev, zabyvaju
No ty pojosh', i predo mnoj
Jego ja vnov' voobrazhaju
That sweet and fateful apparition
I forget when you appear
but you sing, and before me
I picture that image anew