Текст песни Alla levonyan - Yare Mardun Yara Kuta

A man eats a man,
I realized too late
His heart was torn from the rock,
I understood tenderly.

Yars did not tell me,
I will give medicine to your wound,
Take a pastry,
The song of love in your hand,
Woe to the troubadour!

I wish I could fall,
To be homeless and homeless,
I would grieve like a mountain,
I would not have a boyfriend.

He will eat a thousand kinds of torment,
The rose to the nightingale,
Whoever has a friend will know,
The pain of the nightingale.

I'm as sure as an onion,
I cry my sorrows,
The flame of love is my heart,
It does not give rest.

I wish I could fall,
To be homeless and homeless,
I would grieve like a mountain,
I would not have a boyfriend.

I wish I could fall,
To be homeless and homeless,
I would grieve like a mountain,
I would not have a boyfriend.