Bulat Okudzhava:
The Georgian Song

I will plant a grapeseed in the warm and fertile georgian soil,
I will kiss the grapevine and I'll gather the amber-ripe grapes,
And I'll call all my friends and I'll tune to love my heart and soul,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place? [bad word] on gather my guests and partake of the meal in our [bad word] on speak to my face who I am, what you think is my worth...
King of heaven will pardon my faults and forgive my transgressions
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth? 

In the dark red attire she'll be singing to me , oh, my darling,
In the black-white attire I will kneel with her hand on my face,
And I'll listen to her till I die of the sad love she's sharing,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place?

And if sunset should fume all around me and sweep at the corners, 
Let me see many times as a glimpse of a dream floating forth
The white ox,the blue eagle, and the golden forelle in their honour,
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth?