Текст песни Alla Levonyan - Yare mardun yara kuta

The friend will eat the man,
I realized too late,
His heart torn from the rock,
I understood carefully.

Yars didn't tell me
I'll give you medicine for your wound,
Get an umbrella,
Singing love in your hand,
Woe to the ashugh!

I wish I had fallen,
I would be homeless and homeless,
I would have trouble like a mountain,
I wouldn't have a friend.

There will be a thousand kinds of torment,
The rose on the blob,
Whoever has a friend will know
Dard blob.

I'm like an onion,
I'm crying,
The fire of love in my heart,
It does not give rest.

I wish I had fallen,
I would be homeless and homeless,
I would have trouble like a mountain,
I wouldn't have a friend.

I wish I had fallen,
I would be homeless and homeless,
I would have trouble like a mountain,
I wouldn't have a friend.