FATHERS’ LAND
I sing this song standing,
since you are the one,
for whose peace one dies without hesitation,
since you are the one,
for whom one fights without a command,
whom one names — one & only, and misses from afar,
And cries from longing for you in foreign cafes,
and on ships, headed to unclear destinations.
I sing this song from its very beginning,
since you are the one should we lose,
there will be nothing left for us to lose,
since without you, the rain is nothing but water,
mountains — stones piled together,
love — an excessive luxury,
and giving birth to a son — a sin.
I sing this song with my head up high,
since you are the one
whose hand shall touch our heads like a blessing,
once we hit the road,
once we start the day,
once we bring forth a line and a thought…
IN THE STREETS, WHERE YOU ARE MISSING, SPRING IS IN FULL SWING
and people are walking on without noticing a sign of change.
In the city, where you’re missing,
it’s a holiday on this regular day out of nowhere.
and groups of girls are passing by
having bright-colored dresses on
without noticing
a sign of change…
And the orchestra appears from the most unexpected
Corners
leading the gang behind them
of the children – reckless of joy
Bringing spring’s greenish picture to a close.
Love is so easy when far away,
and imagining something you can’t see brings su˜ch delight…
But sadness comes naturally to you,
Oh, how well you’ve mastered it.
Nighttime was your choice for philosophizing
and you began to look for yourself where you were missing,
and your stare wandered along the streets
Through people
in cafes
and your stare grew teary from tiredness,
Losing your sight of a sign of change.
And the orchestra is now rising to the sky,
trailing behind them the gang of children
Noticing nothing but joy…
One is easily forgotten when far away
and accepting this sad thought is hard,
When it’s you that is far away…
Transeled by Anahit Vardanyan
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