Леди [Ledi] [English translation]

Oh, my darling, my sweetheart, my dear unsurpassable lady,

My icebreaker is sad, and my skipper looks south of course.

Just imagine this picture: a star from the Swan constellation

Stares directly at me through my porthole surrounded with bronze.

Through the same vent directly the furious winds come in rushing.

They are known in the parts of the world as monsoons or trade winds.

They would scatter my letters, while leafing through them with the sneering,

All these letters not sent, due to absence of their addressee.

Where have you, my beloved, succeeded to leave me unnoticed?

Where exactly, my darling, I’ve stepped on a different path?

And while strumming my guitar, I passed by the symphonies solemn,

All the while I was thinking these concerts are waiting ahead.

Inattentive to all, I was eating my lamb and was pouring Tkemáli.1

Every morning for me there were someone’s wallpapers to eye.

I was welcomed by these who would always fail to understand me,

Who would thought that contentment is also a part of a lie.

In the waves of shop windows a tenebrous figure would linger:

A reflection of solitude, following all of my strides.

And this figure was joined by a fleet of the driverless vehicles,

On the wet asphalt roads they were rolling with no one inside.

I was flying through years trapped inside empty wagons of subway,

In deserted port docks I was greeting and meeting myself.

Only storms and bad weather would start with me roundelay dancing,

All that happened on earth was without your own presence as well.

Someone wandered around, incoherently talked, – I lost hearing.

Television has shoveled pinups in my face, – I went blind.

I just hope for my trustful old friend and good old mountain skiing.

So, for now in this desolate land I will dwell unassigned.

Oh, my darling, my sweetheart, my dear unsurpassable lady,

My icebreaker is stuck in the ice, like it run short of breath.

You’re my precious friend sent to me from the Swan constellation,

Don’t forget to descend, give me hope, comprehend, and please save.

1. Tkemali is a famous Georgian sauce primarily made of a cherry plum. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tkemali