Meri Shushiashvili
Bazaleti

''I love village life,'' Meri says, ''I always have. But today, everyone from our neighborhood has left. All three houses next door are locked.''

 

Meri was born in Bazaleti in 1935, in the house where she lives today.  She has three sisters, three brothers and eleven nieces and nephews who have a total of twelve children!

 

She remembers singing with her local music ensemble as a child, and fondly recalls that Ilia Zakaidze1 who lived nearby in Dusheti taught them songs and took them around to competitions. ''I love Tushetian songs on the accordion,'' she says, ''but the songs of Zakaidze are my favorite!''

 

1Ilia Zakaidze (1924-2008) was one of the most famous Georgian singers of the 20th century. Today he is most well known for the 1977 recording of ''Chak’rulo,'' (alongside Rost’om Saginashvili), that travelled to the cosmos on the Voyager.

Meri Shushiashvili - Sakartveloze
+ Song Info

A patriotic ballad about Georgia, loosely based on a poem by Medea K'akhidze called ''My Earth's Toast'' (''Chemi Mits'is Sadghegrdzelo.'')

+ Lyrics

Sakartveloze

(scroll down for English translation)

 

Vdzebne vdzebne ver movdzebne

Otsnebashi dakhat’uli moqme

Minda viqo tavank’ara gazapkhuli

Chemi mits’is sadghegrdzelos movqve

 

Mumli mukhas ekhveoda

Qoranivit dagvrchkhaoda mt’eri

Lets’es lets’es magram maints ver dalets’es

Sakartvelos miuvali bch’eni

 

Lets’es lets’es ver dalets’es

Gana martla tavze chamogvektsa

Varsk’vlavebis chikht’ik’op’it mokarguli

Sakartvelos madliani zetsa

 

Vdzebne vdzebne ver movdzebne

Otsnebashi dakhat’uli moqme

Minda viqo tavank’ara gazapkhuli

Chemi mits’is sadghegrdzelos movqve

 

Translation:

 

Georgia

 

I was looking for and could not find

A countryman drawn in dreams

I want to be a pure spring

And say toasts for my land

 

A fly embraced the oak tree

The enemy was shrieking at us like a raven

It was beating but could not break through 

Georgia’s unconquerable gates

 

It was beating but could not break through

Georgia’s graceful sky

Embroidered with a crown of stars -

Has it really fallen on our heads?

 

I was looking for and could not find

A countryman drawn in dreams

I want to be a pure spring

And say toasts of my land