Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Ереванская колыбельная

Here, in a thin cage of the chest,
Your pink city is sleeping.
And in it herds of fountains
And apricot color.
Oh, the song of Yerevan,
Were you or not?

Ner's nets and veins
I will capture her.
How to not break the heart,
Kohl will not be with me
That pink bird -
The singing city.

You are forever in my fate, gentle brother,
Let Ararat shakes the cradle,
Where is your city spread out
On the palms of the old mountains.
May he be over you
Their peace.

Here, in the tower of my ribs,
Believe, the whole city was quiet,
And in it the fountains are asleep
And apricot blooms.
But cobalt pains ancient
Filled the sky.

Night with millions of eyes
Looks at us
And again he remembers the wounds
On pink wings.
Oh, the bird of Yerevan,
You were a halo ...

So that you will calmly fall asleep, dear brother,
Let Ararat's country bears the country,
Where from the slopes of the old mountains
Tsahkadzor shines to us.
May his light keep you
Many years.

He was a fairy tale or if
Only the dustless dust
And if I get tired
I will not make trouble
I am in the shadow of his Platanov
I will come to the midnight.

Two dawn are sleeping, two wings,
A city is sleeping full of warmth,
Oh, the bird of Yerevan,
You are in my chest.
Be true or deceit,
But just don't leave ...

You are forever in my fate, gentle brother,
Let Ararat shakes the cradle,
Where is your city spread out
On the palms of the old mountains.
May he be over you
Their peace.

So that you will calmly fall asleep, dear brother,
Let Ararat's country bears the country,
Where is your city spread out
On the palms of the old mountains.
May he be over you
Their peace.