Lyrics

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ONE DAY

At one o'clock the doors of hope opened
And the message of happiness burst forth,
His image past through the mist ,
Unnoticed, joined the shade.

At two o'clock my exhausted mind
Surrendered to the heat of searching
My mother smiled with sympathy for the picture,
With a steady gaze, she studied my feelings

At three o'clock the bell rang
And took me to deep into the limitless heavens
It spread the love with a merciful hand
On the songs of my soul (or heart), once forgotten

At four o'clock my eyes were full
Of dreams - of crumbling, fragile light,
The shade aroused his face
With the gentle, sparkling shine of pearl.

At five o'clock the objects suddenly
Broke their poses, and began the circle dance,
My body draped in white sheets
I danced mad in the circle.

At six o'clock I entered the temple
With a firm step and a searching gaze
And found the reason in its darkness
With a heartbreaking longing.

At seven o'clock the breathing town
Enveloped me with uncontrollable joy
And the circular pattern of the streets
Carried me away through the flowing lights.

At eight o'clock I found myself there,
Where I had scattered the drops of hope
His face a lucid fire,
He embraced me with a forgiving smile.

Yerevan

There is a city in the world,
Where my love lives,
Where my soul roams
When it gets lonely.

No matter how much you beg me,
I will never tell you
Which city this is -
Maybe it doesn't even exist…

Maybe I have created it
And named It Yerevan
To bring to life the empty
Periods of my longing.

It is only there that
I am myself, genuine,
It is there I feel free
From the sorrow which wears my heart.

But sometimes I want to
Be alone, to miss,
To be burnt by the memory of past love,
And then to search again.

There is a city in the world
Where my love lives,
Maybe I have created
And named it Yerevan…

City

Don't ask about my life, dear,
I have no past.
For me, the time shriveled up and become
An abused dog.

I turn to your face, a shine
In your distant eyes.
The city slowly climbs onto
My joyful shoulders

I have become a pickpocket,
A rogue of the night.
They couldn't catch me-
I took mine and fled.

My city will hide me
In ditches, deep and dark
Ravished, naive,
By the radiance of your soul.

There are ashes, white sorrow,
On the street of Toumanian.
It is my hair, scorched by the wind,
Fluttering without sound.

The fine, vague lines of your face,
Your moist lips…
The city gently clings
Onto my aching chest.

I'm Turning Into You

I am turning into you,
Covering the white sheets of paper
With cryptography only decipherable to me,
To ease my inconsolable soul…
If he were to read…
Even my handwriting is likening yours,
And like you, I am walking fast and heedless,
While bearing deep inside me the hidden
Flame of my soul.
I am turning into you,
Hunting down every speck of hope,
Waiting in the corners of the city
Where he passes with haste
Without noticing me…
Alas a grave request burdens me,
I have tried to bridle my bursting emotions.
I take the piece of paper
And write songs, in vain.
Don't be born, hope, you trick me
Hopelessness is best,
Noble and stern,
I respect it,
However it is you I love and secretly I feed,
With small crumbs,
I grow a monster
Who is devouring me, you'll see…
I am turning into you
DefeatinG a ll rules of conduct,
Subject only to the painting,
Whose intense drive toward him I use
To murder his love ruthlessly.
And I stand by wall
Which is my loneliness, indeed,
Which I cannot bear,
You will understand me.

Two Flowers

There was a tiny flower in my heart,
But oh,why the golden
Streams of her eyes
Did not find the path to it?..
Wils flower
what is your name?
What's the name of the nymph,
which passed you by?
What's the name of the breeze,
that makes you tremble
And the name of the voice that calls me?..

Your black, fiery eyes
Have hidden under your eyelids.
Tranquil, you sleep by my side.
I watch you,
My precious being,
I am so blissful, my love.

Let me pick a kiss
From your sweet lips
While you are still asleep, so serene.
Let me take you in my palms
And nurture
Your lovely cheeks, little and dark.

Your mystical being
I cannot comprehend
You are a secret - profound and ancient,
And with a silver thread
You have bound the distant
Present with the sorrowful past.

Caress your wounded breast - apple
In his accustomed hand,
Put your hand on your curved belly,
Lean on your body, call
Your friends of yesterday,
Who betrayed you so easily,
Your friends so kind.

Hope, Love, waiting with names
For the exhausted hags,
Who with mockery
Will spit poison on you, bitter,
And you won't even find
A hint of truth
In thir false words.

Commenting on your call
With slow sighs,
Already turned faithful,
With sad names,
You see them again,
Those turned intimate -
Your true foes.

Loneliness, Tardiness, Unfitting -
The delicate nymphs,
Who with sinful smiles
Will cling to you again
And stay with you,
With eternal love
And stay with you,
With love…

Don't Leave

It's cold out now,
And dark, and stormy,
Don't leave today,
My roving friend.

My roving friend,
Tired and alone
Outside, a bad wind,
It's dark out today.

Let it softly shine,
This fire, sadflamed,
Let it lightly rock
Your stormy soul.

Bright with that word
That today I know,
With that sweet miracle
Your soul I'll bewitch.

One lucid fire
I will hurl at your heart,
So you will be strong
Against life and death.

A distant beacon
I will light in your soul,
In the darkness and fog
Of black, stormy life.

It's cold out now,
And dark, and stormy
Don't leave today…

Far I am from you,
In a foreign land,
I have become a wanderer
Lovely fatherland.

When spring comes,
And roses bloom.
I will never see you
Lovely fatherland.

All the mountains
Dressed in green.
And the hills filled of
Flowers and poppies.

My native home
By the river of Euphrates,
I won't forget you,
Lovely fatherland…

When spring comes,
I'd like to see Cilicia -
the land that gifted me the sun.
Neither the lands of Syria
nor Lebanon with it's cedars,
nor Italy and Venetian gondolas
are as beautiful as Cilicia.
When my lyre is dead,
I want to find my end in Cilicia -
the land that gifted me the sun.

Cold Waters

Cold waters are coming from up the mountains
On the marble stone drop by drop.
You stand in the doorway.
With two pomegranates in your bosom.
I want them, give me at least one of them,
If not, Lord have no mercy on you!

My Beloved

There is no one like you
I am miserable slave of my wish to see you
Come, wake up from your sleep

Your magic look makes me tremble.
Come, envelop me like a sweet cloud.
Bite my lips, let them bleed,
Destroy my life laughingly and run away.