Last night, I dreamed of you in Caucasus
I shouldn't have abandoned you
Looking for the lost freedom
All I got was
changing from one slave to another-slave.
the night is not our freedom!
I really shouldn't swim across that river
looking for the freedom of nothingness
When I look back,
I have lost my real freedom
-my Caucasus
I'd rather freedom was the cool horse milk you fed me
I'd rather freedom was the ballad you sang to me
I'd rather freedom was the kiss you gave me
. One's love and freedom are taken away together
I am your slave in Caucasus
How can you leave me like this
Have you already seen that there is no freedom in the world
and left regret and loneliness
as my ignorance punishment?