Текст песни Flora Martirosyan - Eraz tesa

I saw a dream. Sayat-Nova approached me with a sack in my hand,
A cup of fire burning like fire in his hand,
He sat down, said sweet songs, part of the old song in his hand,
He said as if he had a diamond in the sky.

And that song is day-to-day, like hurricane, satin, and khas,
In my dream came the sweet dream of burning itself.
He looked around, Sayat-Nova's heart filled with fruit and beggar, He stood still, holding a gold-plated face in his hand.

She looked at Sayat-Nova, she was sad like a cloud,
He said, Charents, my old murmur of this gnarled heart remained.
My heart burned, it turned gray, it remained a fire and a fire.
And thou shalt praise him, that he may have golden hair in his hand.

So Sayat-Nova said, and rose up as the night,
He went again sad and silent, his heart a thousand begs and love,
The dream is gone - you stay, your image stayed light,
Suddenly, my poor heart remained in the hands of Sayat-Nova.