https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78xzPJ2hq_A
Gabriel Jeeg is an Armenian singer
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Official Instagram:
http://instagram.com/gabrieljeeg
Official Twitter:
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Official Smule:
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Official Site:
http://www.laviniachitu.ro/
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https://www.instagram.com/laviniachitu7/
Official Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/laviniachitu/
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#GabrielJeegArmenia
Music:
#GabrielJeeg
Lyrics:
#KarinPetrosyan
Arrangement:
#VahanNahapetyan
Mix/recording:
#KarenAvikyan
Video & sign language:
#LaviniaChitu
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Երկնքից են հայոց հին աշխարհը հսկում
Տիրոջ աջն է այստեղ ոսկե հասկեր տնկել
Հույսի շող է ծնվել գետակների հոսքում
Ու դրախտից սիրո փոքրիկ սերմ է ընկել
Քո դաշտերում կարմիր կակաչներ են բուրել
Ու երկինքն է եղել ճախրանքների ոստան
Այստեղ հովը խաչված քարերն է համբուրել
Փոքրիկ մանկիկ սիրիր աշխարհը Հայաստան
Ազգ ու դարերն անգամ խոնարհվել են անձայն
Արյան հոսքը վարար չի մարել կանթեղներ
Դեպի երկինք պարզված վանքերը ցիրուցան
Հայի սրտում մի նոր հավատ են անթեղել
versuri – romana
Batrana Armenie este salvată din cerul de deasupra
Campurile aurii de porumb au fost plantate de maini sfinte
Razele de speranta s-au nascut din rauri pline de lumina
Și din cer au căzut picaturi mici de dragoste curată
Razele de speranta s-au nascut din rauri pline de lumina
Și din cer au căzut picaturi mici de dragoste curată
Câmpiile tale sunt pline de parfumul de lalele rosii
Și cerul albastru a fost adăpost pentru vise
Aici, crucile de piatra sunt sărutate de un vant bland,
Fiul meu mic, iubeste paradisul numit Armenia!
Aici, crucile de piatra sunt sărutate de un vant bland,
Fiul meu mic, iubeste paradisul numit Armenia!
Toate sutele de ani s-au aplecat în tăcere și în disperare,
Raurile de sange nu au stins niciodata lumina sperantei din suflete
Zburand catre inaltimile cerului si biserici vechi
S-a nascut o noua credinta in toate inimile pierdute
Zburand catre inaltimile cerului si biserici vechi
S-a nascut o noua credinta in toate inimile pierdute
Câmpiile tale sunt pline de parfumul de lalele rosii
Și cerul albastru a fost adăpost pentru vise
Aici, crucile de piatra sunt sărutate de un vant bland,
Fiul meu mic, iubeste paradisul numit Armenia!
Aici, crucile de piatra sunt sărutate de un vant bland,
Fiul meu mic, iubeste paradisul numit Armenia!
Câmpiile tale sunt pline de parfumul de lalele rosii
Și cerul albastru a fost adăpost pentru vise
Aici, crucile de piatra sunt sărutate de un vant bland,
Fiul meu mic, iubeste paradisul numit Armenia!
Aici, crucile de piatra sunt sărutate de un vant bland,
Fiul meu mic, iubeste paradisul numit Armenia!
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versuri – engleza
Old Armenia is saved from the heaven above
Golden corns in the earth have planted holy hands
Gleams of hope were born in flows of sunny streams
And from heaven have fallen little seeds of pure love
Gleams of hope were born in flows of sunny streams
And from heaven have fallen little seeds of pure love
Your fields are full of scent of reddened tulips
And blue heavens have been shelter for reveries
Here the cross stones are kissed by soft breeze,
My little son, adore paradise Armenia!
Here the cross stones are kissed by soft breeze,
My little son, adore paradise Armenia!
All the centuries have bowed silently and in despair,
Streams of blood never doused burning lights in souls.
Stretching to heaven heights scattered and old churches
In all hopeless hearts have turned on a new belief
Stretching to heaven heights scattered and old churches
In all hopeless hearts have turned on a new belief
Your fields are full of scent of reddened tulips
And blue heavens have been shelter for reveries
Here the cross stones are kissed by soft breeze,
My little son, adore paradise Armenia!
Here the cross stones are kissed by soft breeze,
My little son, adore paradise Armenia!
Your fields are full of scent of reddened tulips
And blue heavens have been shelter for reveries
Here the cross stones are kissed by soft breeze,
My little son, adore paradise Armenia
Here the cross stones are kissed by soft breeze,
My little son, adore paradise Armenia
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