Текст песни Tatev Mardoyan - Kilikya

When the doors open, hope
And let winters flee our country,
The wonderful country of our Armenia, -
When your sweet days shine.
When the breast becomes its nest,
When the trees are covered with leaves:
I want to see Zim Cilicia,
The world is behind me!

{Tes fields in Syria,
Lyarn Lebanon and its mothers.
See abroad, Italy
Venice and its gondolas.
Island, you are not like our Cyprus,
And no place is fair. "
Beautiful than Zim Cilicia,
The world is behind me! }

There is a height in our toast,
Where all the desire will end.
A height where the soul longs for:
He mentioned his longing.
When my lyre gets cold,
Giving a nice last goodbye:
I'm going to sleep now in Cilicia,
The world is behind me!