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Beautiful Mountain Beloved

With thousands of flirts (tenderness)
My beloved, come with the wind
Making bouquets with flowers
Come with the highlander
 
On the back of black horse
I came to your village
Saw your door close
Fell into dispair
 
Beautiful mountain love
Bring me a mountain clove
Oh, no what clove
Bring the fire of your love
 
You have grown up in thousand and one flowers
Your hair are wet with dews of those flowers
The scent of your hair comes from far
The breeze brings it and gives to my heart
 
Beautiful mountain love...
 
When you look up at the sky
The stars begin to shine with brighter light
Your voice is heard by birds and breeze
Oh, when shall I have your innocent love and kiss
 
Beautiful mountain love...
 
The waters of this river comes from the mountain
Bringing, my love, your scent and your kiss
Ashot ( the name of the author) if you could with your poem and song
Bewitch your love to take her home
 
Beautiful mountain love
Bring me a mountain clove
Oh, no, what clove
Bring the fire of your love
 

Bingyol

When spring's green doors opened,
The spring of Bingyol sang like a lyre,
The camles went by in pairs,
My love got carried to the fields of Bingyol.
 
I miss my love one's bright face,
I miss her thin waist, her wavy hair like the sea,
I miss her sweet words, her sweet smell,
Her black eyes similar to the eye of the Bingyol's deer.
 
I'm lost, not familiar with these streets,
I'm not familiar with these lakes, rivers and rocks,
I'm a stranger, not familiar with these places.
Sister, tell me, which one is the road to Bingyol?