Lyrics Parik Nazarian - Pakhir Aytzyam

Flee Goatsam!
You care, you don't know what's there for you,
They are hurting your poor soul,
With crampons, slim,
Run away, goat, run away hunting,
Your little ones are crying sadly.
The hunter will come to you with a lamp,
You want your hand to wash with your blood,
Pity your aware mountain and gorge
Get off the goat ...
Varskaya has no mercy;
Either he will kill you or your child,
No water ball to the gun,
Get off the goat ...
You don't walk the field or think well.
You will be offended, you will have great pain,
Don't get out of the dense forest at all,
Get off the goat ...
Don't enter the gorges - it's dangerous there,
Hunters will go there - it's used to,
As you hit the cave, he will roll you over,
Get off the goat ...