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Idea of this post came to me when I watched on TV all this chaos happening in world nowadays. Seems people forgot to be people. It’s really sad to see how cruelty rules the world. All those lives that gone for sake of someone’s greed and envy. Too sad.

I don’t want to dedicate this post to anything or anyone, just want to remind that there are many things in life that more important than money and power.

Jelena Tomasevic:
O my Lord, it’s time to pray
When a new sun shines, make hay
Save my land from deserts day
Call the oceans, salt to melt away

Sirusho:
Աղոթի՛ր կապույտ երկինք | Aghothir kapuyt yerkink | Pray blue sky
Աղոթի՛ր դաշտի ծաղիկ | Aghothir dashti tzaghik | Pray flower in the field
Որ էլ ցավ չլինի | Vor el tsav tchlini | To make the pain go away
Որ անհոգ ժպտա մանկիկ | Vor anhog jpta mankik | And let the child smile carelessly

Boaz Mauda:
Uri, boi el beitenu | Wake up, come to our homes
Kinsharim porsim yadenu | Like eagles we spread our hands
Meleim bezamir uvechol hatov | Filled with nightingales and all that is good

Sirusho:
ժպտա մանկիկ | jpta mankik | Smile little child

Oh My Lord, it’s time to pray,
When the new sun shines, make hay,
Save my land from deserts day
Call the oceans, salt to melt away

Jelena Tomasevic:
Za nas, srce Boga moli, | For us, my heart prays,
Da je mir i da nas vodi | To grant us peace and to guide us

Sirusho:
Հայր մեր աղոթում ենք | Hayr mer aghothum enq | Our Lord, we are praying
Մաքրի՛ր հոգին անգութ չարից | Makrir hogin angoot tcharits | Clean our souls from the merciless evil

Boaz Mauda:
Uri, boi el beitenu | Wake up, come to our homes
Kinsharim porsim yadenu | Like eagles we spread our hands

Sirusho:
Հայր մեր աղոթում ենք | Hayr mer aghothum enq | Our Lord, we are praying
Մաքրի՛ր հոգին անգութ չարից | Makrir hogin angoot tcharits | Clean our souls from the merciless evil

Jelena Tomasevic:
Čisto srce Boga moli, | Pure heart prays to God
Da je mir i da nas vodi | To grant us peace and to guide us
Pogledaj, spasi nas | Look at us, save us
Sve boli oteraj | Make all the pain go away

Sirusho:
Save my land from deserts day
Call the ocean, salt to melt away

Boaz Mauda:
Ma nau atsei hazait | How pretty the olive trees have become
Cmo bsamim, atuf habait | Like perfumes, the house is wrapped
Bat nadiv, yafat einayim | Daughter of the generous, with beautifull eyes
Ve’ashir lach bekol | And I’ll sing to you out loud

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P.S. Picture posted here does not contain any propaganda, political motive or insulting and provocative materials, neither infringe or insult any religion. This is just art and my vision of current situation.

 

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