Traditional Armenian Garments

 

P a r ol e s

i'm calling you, come my love,
i'd die for your tall body
you aren't coming, may your hearth go out;
tell me, what can i say?

i gathered boquets of roses, my love,
i'd die for your tall body
the roads are crying, awaiting your return;
tell me, what can i say?

the roses are wet with dew, my love,
i'd die for your tall body
those drops of dew are my heart's tears,
tell me, what can i say?

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