Poem by Makvala
"Black clouds passed
over the beautiful mountains of the Caucasus,
the Caucasus was watered by the blood,
we can't bare any longer the sour tears.
Higher God, we entreat You,
for peace in the Caucasus,
for peace, for peace,
we entreat for peace!
Please, listen to my entreaty,
aren't You my witness, High God!
twenty-three years old my son
who left two orphans to me!
More than personal pain
I take close to heart the common pain.
Bless the Earth and save
The Caucasus from the wars!
Let's entreat the High God
to annihilate the war's sorrow
to establish in the world
peace and friendship together.
The stirrers of severe war
will be punished by God.
And the searchers of the peace
are entreating all together".