!!!FINALLY!!! DEBUT OF MINE!!! I HOPE YOU ALL WILL ENJOY MY WORK AND WILL COMMENT ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS!!! THAT WILL BE VERY USEFUL FOR MY FUTURE DEVELOPMENT!!!
HERE IS ONE MORE LINK FOR MY EBOOK: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/420132
ENGLISH VERSION WILL BE AVAILABLE SOON!!!
For a long time we have been blocked by our neighbours and had no choice but surviving!
Everybody wanted to destroy us, ’cause we were more intelligent, but weaker and fewer…
They tried to assimilate us, but we are still who we are and we still believe in Jesus…
They began to slaughter us and thought it was all over with us… We are still here: alive, stronger and happy!!
They began to eliminate our national traditions, architecture and everything reminding of us in their “new” territories…
Now they unscrupulously want to take our golden land of our hands… Land, where there is no single citizen of them…
This time they will only eat the dust of their own aggresiveness…
I have no rights to forgive them: God will do so! I know the only thing: I want PEACE!!! I want FRIENDSHIP and I don’t need WAR!!! Leave us alone, you, f**king Fire from underground!!! We want to breath! We want to smile…
One of the greates songs in Yerevan folk music!!! Golden lyrics and sweet music! It’s all about injustice and fake friends around us!!! Enjoy!!!
If It’s not difficult and you have Twitter account, people, Please, ReTweet this hashtag!!! #HeRapedTheDeath Thank You Very Much!!!!!
Do you think the rain’s been drumming on your window all day long?
It’s the words of my repentance, falling down drop by drop.
See them, rolling down the glass and down into the endless brine;
Words that only you can hear in this belated song of mine.
What is this confession now, overdue regret, - for what?
Love has always been a riddle that I never can decode.
It was autumn that was mocking, slapping me with faded leaves,
And the girl that kept on weeping silently among the trees.
Only now I understand: the past shall not be back again.
It’s for sins that I’ve committed that I’m being made to pay.
For that weeping girl, that autumn are the fortune that I’ve lost.
Heedless deeds of wild youth is what I now regret the most.
We all know that happiness can only come a single time.
It then promptly disappears, leaves its business card behind.
We then seek it everywhere, we go on looking all our lives,
But the address on the card is one that no man ever finds.
Original text is in Armenian: "Mer Siro Ashuny"