Текст песни Sahak Sahakyan - Diarbekru kochari

Alright boy you cry enough,
The Armenian sky is cloudy, cloudy,
If you cry too much, hey,
Gel gica is eaten by grandfather.

Get rid of him, let's play kochari,
Diarbekri grotesque, sweet kochari,
If you are just me, I'll throw the fake one,
Go on, do not call, do not call.

Today to my granddaughter
Beech belly collar, collar,
Let your grandfather's enemies see
And madrivine, madrivine, madrivine.

When the day of the fall they brought the horse out,
When you reach for your arms,
One day he would bring a boy to my eye,
That your granddaughter became a hope for the nation's pain,
We hope for weapons, we hope for weapons.