English translation: Please don't hang curtains On your window overlooking me Let me see your morning Like familiar scenes from a mute film. In my room overlooking you I'll set some bright lamps So that you can see my evening And the lines in my head That I write you when the day fades away And the restless city suddenly finds its blanket When the street, like a dark river, separates us And the last car saves us with its noise Leaving us sleepless in the large embrace of the silence - With your unwinking window in my mind. And then in the morning May the city tinkle again May it tell us its cold thoughts That we'll never ever understand And when the street goes wild Sweeping our bridge away We'll dive into the big stream To find the hands That save us when the day's suffocating And the songs like waves embrace me everywhere But the street, like a wild river, is sweeping away Our little story, where words are our home. I will get down again on the opposite bank Will look at your light And start lighting my lamps again.
Ձեր բոլոր երգերի մեջ ամրոցների, արքայազների ու արքայադուստրերի շունչ եմ զգում ❤️
Mer hrashq Lilit,apsusum em,vur nurem haytnaberel qez,qu bnakan tesqe,qnqush dzayne dex e tanjvac hugineri hamar
Chere Lilit, votre interpretation est tres magnifique. .!
Love it 😘☺️😘😘
👍👍👍
English translation:
Please don't hang curtains
On your window overlooking me
Let me see your morning
Like familiar scenes from a mute film.
In my room overlooking you
I'll set some bright lamps
So that you can see my evening
And the lines in my head
That I write you
when the day fades away
And the restless city suddenly
finds its blanket
When the street, like a dark river,
separates us
And the last car saves us with its noise
Leaving us sleepless in the
large embrace of the silence -
With your unwinking window
in my mind.
And then in the morning
May the city tinkle again
May it tell us its cold thoughts
That we'll never ever understand
And when the street goes wild
Sweeping our bridge away
We'll dive into the big stream
To find the hands
That save us
when the day's suffocating
And the songs like waves embrace me everywhere
But the street, like a wild river, is sweeping away
Our little story, where words are our home.
I will get down again on the opposite bank
Will look at your light
And start lighting my lamps again.