Текст песни Ракоший Нелч - Спитак

Spitak

Don't let go of my palm
Stay close for another moment
My soul is a wounded throne
With a simple but warm look

I really want water
And the body is choked with pain
Under the heavy pressure of the stove
Clinging to life only by will

Relatives cannot be saved
Minutes bring grief
Ready to paddle with your fingers
Large boulders in dusty litter

Voices are calling to heaven
Those who were still nearby yesterday
And eyes are filled
Blood-tear-bitter venom