H?, my fatherland, how lovely thou art;
Thy mountain peaks are lost in the mists of heaven.
Thy waters are sweet, thy breezes are sweet;
Only thy children are in seas of blood.
May I die for thy soil, thou priceless fatherland!
Oh, it is little if I die with one life!
Would that I had a thousand and one lives
To offer thee, all from my heart,
To die for thy sorrow with a thousand lives!
Let me offer myself for thy children, for love of thee!
Let me keep for myself only one life,
That I may sing the praise of thy glory,
That I may soar high like the skylark
On the rising of thy new day, noble fatherland,
And sing sweetly, praise loudly
Thy bright sun, thou free fatherland!
(Avetik Isahakian)
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