#aremnian

Բինգյոլ - Էլեմենտ Բենդ / Bingyol - Element Band

When the green doors of Spring opened, the springs of Bingyol sang like a lyre. A caravan of camels went by in pairs and carried my true love to the fields of Bingyol.

I miss my precious love’s bright face I miss her small waist, her hair wavy like the ocean. I miss her sweet words, her sweet smell, And the dark eyes (like a deer) of that beauty of Bingyol.

Even for cold waters, my parched lips won’t open; even with layers of beautiful flowers around me, my crying eyes won’t open; My heart won’t open until I see my true love. Alas, even the beautiful springs of Bingyol won’t open my heart.

I am lost; these roads are foreign to me. These thousands of lakes, rocks, and rivers are foreign to me. I’m a drifter; I’m not familiar with these parts. Sister, tell me, which is the road to Bingyol?