Текст песни Artur Meschyan - Orer

translation from Armenian

DAYS

Gromada scene crumples me
As the clay potter com
Echo stuck to the ceiling,
I do not hear the cry of the heart
and that he was shouting,
Glass curtain hanging
And he removed today
you to me
And the song is beating on the glass,
Flowing down
like raindrops.

There are days in the silence - and cold days,
Days naked - without a sense of life days
Days narrowness - madness days
Rest days, il jogging wear,
There are days of anguish - other people's days,
Binge days, il life derailed,
There seemed to bow string,
Prayers days curses - all words.

From a string of thousands of people
I always see only your eyes.
Why are all the lights on the stage to pour?
And in the dark room left.
No lines, nothing at all
I love high is not folded,
As soon as I have in my heart,
What I've always really liked.