Merab Abramishvili

Merab Abramishvili

deireadh le deora thóg an Tiarna iad chun blátha Pharthais a uisciú         osclaíonn an rós         canann aingil a Ainm Naofa

no more tears to be shed my Lord has taken them to water the flowers of Paradise         roses burst into bloom         angels chant His holy name