Lyrics Narek Poghosyan, Yeva Yeganyan, Grigor Mirzoyan, Lusine Gasparyan, Samson Panyan - Hayastan

& quot; Armenia & quot;
Слова - Paruir of Sevak
Music - Grigora Bananta

ARMENIA
(PARUYR SEVAK)

My sweetie,
My exultation,
My sorrow,
My glorious.
In the midst of you,
The new ones are new and young.
You're a grapevine cracked run,
Your wings are water, you sand.
You are a fertile belly,
Down the hill.
You are a broken castle and fortress,
Maggraphy Journal
You, Zvartnots-Destroyed Temple,
Komitas apricot tree.
You are in a deep deep in the valley,
You dump the sweet honey,
Glossy Pumpkin Silver Gown.
You are naughty, nizak, moko-rude,
You are a smoker of your own smoke,
You are a novel, you are Sasna ...
My glorious,
My sorrow,
My exultation,
My sweetie!
You are a fruits store,
Voskevazian wine cellar.
You're a peach peach, you're a foam of bread,
Artashat grape black.
Are you a burning shade of Sevan?
Yerevan pillar and cap.
You are a beacon, a beacon,
You are an Armenian flag and flag.
A brutal witness to the massacre
And a froward look of cries.
The dreadful injustice of justice,
Sword Case,
The Book of Love -
M & # 1