I hear the bells of the other world,
Where I am also going to leave to and also go...

Roses upon roses
Spread in sheets below...

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

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

As many thoughts are in my mind
Still my smile bright and my heart so kind...

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

Give us heart god
So all this pain would go away...

She was alone. I brought a gift
A rose, surpassing fair...

Yesterday, when in slumber light and chill,
Drenched in cold sweats, upon my couch I lay...

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

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

The centuries of bloodshed
Are past, those cruel years...