Текст песни Давтян Шагане - Es im anush Hayastani....

I love the sweet bar of my sweet Armenia,
I love the old, weeping string of our old saz,
The smell of bloody flowers and roses burning
And I love the graceful dance of Nair girls.

I love our dark sky, the waters are blue, the lake is light,
Bloody summer and winter dragon-sounding snowstorm,
The inhospitable walls of the lost crickets in the dark
And I love the millennial stone of ancient cities.

Wherever I am - I will not forget our mournful songs,
I will not forget our iron letters that have become a prayer,
No matter how sharp my heart beats, our bloody wounds
I still love my orphaned and bloodthirsty Armenia.

There is no denying a fairy tale for the heart I miss.
There is no bright front like Narekatsi and Kuchak,
Go through the world, there is no white peak like Ararat,
Like the unreachable light, I love my Masis mountain.