Mount Ararat or Siss & Massis August 2017 Yerevan Armenia by Armineh Amirian Zohrabian My Sweet Armenia I Love my sweet Armenia’s sunbaked words, The mournful weeping chords of our old lute I love, The bleeding flowers and the perfumed roses I love, And the gracious dance of the Armenian maidens I love. I love our dusky skies, sparkling waters and brilliant lakes, The summer sun and the howling winter blizzards, The uninviting walls of huts lost in darkness, And the ancient cities millennium stones I love. Wherever I go I won’t forget our mournful songs, I won’t forget our iron plate books of prayers, However sharp our bleeding wounds stab my heart, Still my orphaned and scorched Armenia I love. In my yearning heart there is no other legend, There are no philosophers like Narekatsi and Koochak, Search the whole world there is no white summit like Ararat, Like an unreachable path to glory our mountain Massis I love.
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B L U E, B L U E, B L U E If I could just sit here, Calm, Silent, Free, Looking at the ocean Vast, Bottomless, Deep Blue Blue Blue… For as long as I lived Or forever I would. If I was lucky at all, I could lie here, On my back, On the warm sand, And look up At the sky, Expansive, Unfathomable, Infinite, Blue Blue Blue… I would not tire Ever Our sky is blue The universe The cosmos All blue Blue Blue Blue Armineh Amirian Zohrabian
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