No mother in this world should cry for her son
No son in this world should see a mothers tear...

There are tears that fall in grief and sadness;
Slow and mournfully the cheek they stain...

A bit of mystery lies in history's eyes
Because in time the facts and the figures get...

It is raining, my son.
The Autumn is wet and like wet eyes, it is...

When Death's pale angel stands before my face,
With smile unfathomable, stern and chill...

Roses upon roses
Spread in sheets below...

I'm an Armenian, as old as Ararat;
My shoes were wetted by the waters of the Flood...

Oh, not for me will be a grave
With cross-marked stone to view...

HAVE you seen the bright moon rising
In the heavens? Have you seen...