Текст песни Artur Meschyan - Ari im sokhak

Come , my nightingale , let Mary garden .
Poems bring teghis sleep eyes .
But he's crying - you're a nightingale , a turtle ,
My son chuze chorist daonal .

Come , Mavis , let the reflexive and pastures .
Orore tghis , keni miss.
But he's crying . Tatrakik , a turtle ,
My son chuze become a monk .

Have you tatrakik , and the trunk of your dzagn
Vuvuov tghis bring sweet sleep .
But he's crying - tatrakik , a turtle ,
My son chuze in mourning .

Magpie , resourceful , thief , covetous ,
Shah talked with my son and bring sleep .
But she 's crying, Magpie , a turtle ,
My son chuze sovdagar become .

Let vorsed , spunky , courageous hawk .
My son wants to be your song ...
Baze is the son loetsav .
War songs sound knetsav .