Lyrics Aida Sargsyan - Trchei mtqov tun

I would fly home with my mind
Where my mother is awake,
I would see the stream
I miss you so much,
That every spring
Flooded with water
It was roaring in the mountains.

To the source of the inclination,
Missing the cold water,
If I were you,
In our green meadows,
Where the flowers smell,
Where as a baby?
The wind always kissed me.

The homeland in my heart
If I do not fall in battle,
Ah, my dear mother,
I'll come home again,
I will comfort your soul
Hearty with a kiss,
I will press you to my chest.