Chito, Gvrito [Miminos Simghera] ჩიტო, გვრიტო [English translation]

Why am I singing bottomless heaven, the color of the iris,

If I am happy I sing, If I am sad, I still sing,

Why am I singing, the smell of the roses, the color of the poppy,

Singing was probably passed down to me, so I sing.

Little bird, little dove, bird-pearl, and.

Little bird, little dove, bird-pearl, and.

My singing, was born with this sun these people and this sky

When I sing, my childhood warms me from far away

When I sing, I see my future and my senility,

And without asking hidden sadness appears inside my soul

Little bird, little dove, bird-pearl, and.

Little bird, little dove, bird-pearl, and.

My singing I learned from the mountains, from the birds' whistling

I feel like I learned how to talk from these songs,

Like how they say the swan only sings when his life is near to an end,

I prefer dying singing, what more can I dream of.

Little bird, little dove, bird-pearl, and.

Little bird, little dove, bird-pearl, and.

• Artist:Vakhtang Kikabidze
• Album:Mimino (Movie), მიმინო, 1978.