Текст песни Walter Aziz - Akitu

varde mitlun, pikhe brizlun
pishlukh harta d binisane
kul yumanuh vilun katan
vilun katan berashvane

reha d hymka mara d shula
am hamhamta npilun b pahran
samma u miya darde gure
byjrayena min go lybban

risha d shita b shahlypynna
this is nisan
kasa d mota bit shatinne
b hubbuh u hubban

ina ha nuhara d horan sava
bit javin katuh
pati kumta mahvirynna
mahvirynna b dumye d patuh

rishcha d schit bit odynne
ha khutama
l huba at the puppy
poor miserable hat

bar helya b taphin dymma
b nashkin mota ka kuyama
зыдке д дыйи бар-нашути
The truth is that the mother has a horse

the roses died, the flowers withered
spring has come
your days are become for us
steel for us in the evenings

the whole thing in a strong smell
from which the body temperature rises
poisoned water - like a great mountain
pours into our hearts

New Year (January) I change
on you april
I shall drink of the cup of death
for you and for us

but instructing an old friend
i will give you
my dark face will turn white
look like you

the beginning of the year I will do
end of the year
in love and in the world
in poverty and consent

I will gather strength and shed blood
kiss death to survive
my concepts my people
my truth I and you will take from him