Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Ереванская колыбельная

Here, in a thin rib cage,
Your pink city sleeps.
And in it are herds of fountains
And apricot color.
Oh song of Yerevan
Was you or not?

Net of nerves and veins
I will capture her.
How not to break the heart
Kohl will not be with me
That pink bird -
The singing city is yours.

You are forever in my fate, gentle brother,
Let Ararat cradle
Where is your city open
On the palms of the old mountains.
May it be upon you
Their peace.

Here in the tower of my ribs
Believe me, the whole city has quieted down,
And in it fountains doze
And the apricot blossoms.
But cobalt of ancient pain
Filled the firmament.

Night with millions of eyes
Staring at us
And remember the wounds again
On the pink wings.
Oh bird of Yerevan
You were scarlet ...

So you can sleep peacefully, dear brother,
Let the country Ararat cradle
Where from the slopes of the old mountains
Tsakhkadzor shines for us.
May his light keep you
Many years.

Tale he was or was,
Just the dust that has not passed
And if I get tired
I can't stand the trouble
I'm in the shadow of his plane trees
I will come midnight.

Sleeping two dawns, two wings
Sleeping city full of warmth
Oh bird of Yerevan
You are in my chest.
Be true or deceive
But just don’t leave ...

You are forever in my fate, gentle brother,
Let Ararat cradle
Where is your city open
On the palms of the old mountains.
May it be upon you
Their peace.

So you can sleep peacefully, dear brother,
Let the country Ararat cradle
Where is your city open
On the palms of the old mountains.
May it be upon you
Their peace.