Текст песни Narine Dovlatyan - Al Ayloughs

I lost your door,
The murmur will not come out of your heart,
Luck knocked on your door, dear jan!
Pretty boy, give it to me.

My other way was the distribution of yar,
It was embroidered with silk,
My picture was taken, dear jano!
Pretty boy, give it to me.

Oh, what can I say to my father?
Or what shall I say to my dear father?
They eat the news, my blonde brother, dear jano,
Pretty boy, give it to me.

Ahh

Oh, what can I say to my father?
Or what shall I say to my dear father?
They eat the news, my blonde brother, dear jano,
Pretty boy, give it to me.