I Love My Old, New City |
I Love My Old, New City
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I love my old, new city;
I love the familiar melodies around it,
folk dances with old traditions;
I love my Yerevan!
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I like to wander in the cold rain,
and as cheerful, fu... Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 15:48:00 GMT |
Remove the False Masks from the Face of the World |
Remove the False Masks from the Face of the World
Does it matter, who you are, who I am
what color skin do we have?
Does it matter, what we believe,
in what language our children speak?
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Does... Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 15:46:00 GMT |
Jasmine |
Jasmine
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A fragrant smell of jasmine attracted the sunset of life.
It fascinated the mystic pretty night,
penetrated deeper,
farther, than an easy, cheerful day.
And the weary, cold moon quietly and ... Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 23:00:00 GMT |