A keresés eredménye

Soldier's Song

Sunset is approaching
The valley is experiencing an innocent silence
And only the wounds of the injured soil allude to a place
where there is an ongoing war
 
In a trench, a youthful soldier
Wistfully writes a letter
Indulging in memories of his paternal home
In the procreative Armenian Highlands
 
Do not cry dear mother
Wait for me, I will return
I love you dearly
I miss you mother
 
I remember your words
'Love the Armenian Highlands'
I remember your tears
When speaking about our Genocide
I remember my paternal home
Our aged poplar trees in the yard
I remember the burbling of the creek
Playing my childhood games
 
Then inherent commands are given through a rumbling thunder
And by the moaning of the soil
His rifle in his hand, his letter open tucked close to his bosom
The youthful soldier lunges forward clenching his teeth
 
He only has a short distance to make the line of contact
Where the enemy is making entry to the Armenian Highlands
But how short are those peaceful steps
Compared to the infite steps needed to defend Armenian existence
 
Just as it is thought the enemy's advance has been halted
He is mowed down by gunfire
Clenched in his hands is a holed open letter
Fallen staring at the blue sky
 
He looked at the blue sky
Indulging in the memories of his paternal home
And the aged poplar tree
Under which his mother awaits the letter
Sunset is approaching
The valley is experiencing an innocent silence
A gravely injured offspring of the Armenian Highland lays awaiting impeding death
Singing the song of the Armenian Highlands
Only if I could fly away home
Where my mother is awake
 

Khamkhama (Armenian folk dance)

Hey, Kham-khama, Kham-khama
I saw the girl and lost my mind
I am the first, she is the second
Jaralo*, jaralo, oh! jaralo
 
Hey, Kham-khama, Kham-khama
I saw the girl and lost my mind, oh!
I am here, she has gone
That's a pity, jaralo, oh! jaralo
 
Hey, Kham-khama, Kham-khama
I saw the girl and lost my mind, oh!
I am here, she is above
She became cheerful, jay-jaylo