Lyrics Саак Саакян - Verkerov Lee

Full of wounds, I am a fedayee
Wandering, I have no home,
Instead of my lover, I embrace my gun,
Nowhere have I had a peaceful sleep.

The mourning and weeping of the bloodied land,
Called me from my cloistered life.
The love of my tortured fatherland
Made me unafraid of danger.

I was dubed a fedayee,
I became a soldier of an ideal:
Let the rivers of blood I have shed
Be an example to the Armenian soldier

I was crucified as a fedayee
For our sacred principles,
Let the blood that I have shed
Strengthen the Armenian soldier.