Paroles et traduction Hamza Namira - نازاني - فلكلور أرميني

نازاني - فلكلور أرميني

Doon en hoorin is voor gemi koo zavte
Choonki indz zavtetsir khapov nazani
Arivelk arivmut harav oo hyusis
Ch ka kizi nman chapov nazani
Shat mart koo eshkemen koo darna yizit
Ari me rahm ara lav katsi mizit
Goozim te hamasha dam anim kizit
Santoorov kamanchov dapov nazani
Dardires shatatsav asil im uzum
Achkemes artasoonk hoosil im uzum
Hamasha, yar kizit khosil im uzum
Sirtes che kshtanoom gapov nazani

Nazani - Armenian Folk

As I listen, I bleed for my stolen child
Because my wounded soul has no cure
Come, oh beloved, with your sweet southern wind
So my beloved child may not be misled
A hundred times I've paced along the riverbank
Come, have mercy on me, and take my life
I will kiss your feet forever, oh beloved
The dulcimer and the fiddle have no cure
My wounds are incurable, my love
Your tears are my only comfort, my love
Forever, oh beloved, your smile is my joy
What remedy is there for my heartache, oh beloved?