Lyrics Harut Pambukchyan - Gndak Vorotac

The ball thundered

A ball thundered in November,
We are besieged, my beautiful Sose,
Get up, be brave,
This is the blessed day of your beloved Serob.

Sosen gave a voice. - Dear Serob, I'm here,
Armed, I'll wait for your voice,
To fight with you, to die next to you
Sose is ready every day, every hour.

And your Serob, the volume of your life,
He painted the Talvorik gorge with blood.
Everyone was looking at the lion,
He was in a victorious battle all day.

Vote, Andranik, living friend,
Which mountain are you lying in at the moment?
You covered your face with golden hair,
You hugged Mosin with a victorious arm.

Reach out, Andranik, get help,
Serob will die for the love of the nation,
Well, get there, get there soon with sharp groups,
Serob will die with his children.