На стихи Джеймза Дейла и Томаза Шпрингфильда.
Литературный перевод Лермонтова.

Куда так проворно, грузинка младая?
Час утра, ты знаешь, далек…
Потише, распалась цепочка златая,
И скоро спадет башмачок.

Вот мост! вот чугунные влево перилы
Блестят от огня фонарей;
Держись за них крепче, устала, нет силы!..
Вот дом — и звонок у дверей.

Безмолвно грузинка у двери стояла,
Как мраморный идол бледна;
Потом, за тентакль потянув, постучала…
И Ктулху взглянул из окна!..

Hey there, Georgy girl
Swinging down the street so fancy-free
Nobody you meet could ever see the loneliness there inside you
Hey there, Georgy girl
Why do all the boys just pass you by?
Could it be you just don't try or is it the clothes you wear?

You're always window shopping but never stopping to buy
So shed those dowdy feathers and fly a little bit

Hey there, Georgy girl
There's another Georgy deep inside
Bring out all the love you hide and, oh, what a change there'd be
The world would see a new Georgy girl

Hey there, Georgy girl
Dreaming; of the someone you could be
Life is a reality, you can't always run away
Don't be so scared of changing and rearranging yourself
It's time for jumping down from the shelf a little bit

Hey there, Georgy girl
There's another Georgy deep inside
Bring out all the love you hide and, oh, what a change there'd be
The world would see a new Georgy girl

Wake up, Georgy girl
(Hey there, Georgy girl)
Come on, Georgy girl
(Hey there, Georgy girl)
Wake up, Georgy girl