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Oosti koo gas, gharib blbool, Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo. Doo vart ptre, yis gozalin. Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
Whence are you coming, wandering nightingale? You are crying, I will also cry. You seek the rose, and I the beautiful one. You are crying, I will also cry.
Ari blbool, khosi baren. Okhnevi koo ekats’ saren. Ki vartn erits’, indz im yaren. Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
Come nightingale, tell me the word. The mountain from which you came is blessed. The rose burns you, my love burns me. You are crying, I will also cry.
Man im gali didari hit, Voonts’ gharib blbool khari hit. Doo varti, yis yari hit. Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
I am wandering with the picture, Like the wandering nightingale with the insect. You are with the rose, and I with my love. You are crying, I will also cry.
Salbooi nman kananch im, Ek, khosi, dzaynet chananch im, Doo vart kanche, yis yar kanchim. Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
I am green like the cypress, Come, speak, I know your voice. You call to the rose, I call to the beloved. You are crying, I will also cry.
Gharib blbool, dzaynet maloom, Yis oo doo ervink me haloom, Sayat Noven asats’ zaloom, Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
Wandering nightingale, your voice is miserable, You and I are burning in the same way, Sayat Nova said cruelly, You are crying, I will also cry.
Oosti Koo Gas
ReplyDeleteSayat Nova
Oosti koo gas, gharib blbool,
Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
Doo vart ptre, yis gozalin.
Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
Whence are you coming, wandering nightingale?
You are crying, I will also cry.
You seek the rose, and I the beautiful one.
You are crying, I will also cry.
Ari blbool, khosi baren.
Okhnevi koo ekats’ saren.
Ki vartn erits’, indz im yaren.
Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
Come nightingale, tell me the word.
The mountain from which you came is blessed.
The rose burns you, my love burns me.
You are crying, I will also cry.
Man im gali didari hit,
Voonts’ gharib blbool khari hit.
Doo varti, yis yari hit.
Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
I am wandering with the picture,
Like the wandering nightingale with the insect.
You are with the rose, and I with my love.
You are crying, I will also cry.
Salbooi nman kananch im,
Ek, khosi, dzaynet chananch im,
Doo vart kanche, yis yar kanchim.
Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
I am green like the cypress,
Come, speak, I know your voice.
You call to the rose, I call to the beloved.
You are crying, I will also cry.
Gharib blbool, dzaynet maloom,
Yis oo doo ervink me haloom,
Sayat Noven asats’ zaloom,
Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
Wandering nightingale, your voice is miserable,
You and I are burning in the same way,
Sayat Nova said cruelly,
You are crying, I will also cry.
...to you my beautiful friend!...I love Arménia!... (I love this name - If Wishes were...) Thanks.