O my Lord, it's time to pray
When a new sun shines, make hay
Save my land from deserts day
Call the oceans, snow will melt away
Sirusho:
Aghothir kapuyt yerkink
Aghothir dashti tzaghik
Vor el tsav tchlini
Vor anhog jpta mankik
Boaz Mauda:
Uri, boi el beitenu / Wake up, come to our homes
Kinsharim porsim yadenu / Like eagles we spread our hands
Meleim bezamir uvechol hatov / Filled with nightingales and all that is good
Sirusho:
jpta mankik
Oh My Lord, it's time to pray,
When the new sun shines, make hay,
Save my land from deserts day
Call the oceans, snow will melt away
Jelena Tomasevic:
Za nas, srce Boga moli,
Da je mir i da nas vodi
Sirusho:
Hayr mer aghothum em
Makrir hogin amboghj tcharits
Boaz Mauda:
Uri, boi el beitenu / Wake up, come to our homes
Kinsharim porsim yadenu / Like eagles we spread our hands
Sirusho:
Hayr mer aghothum em
Makrir hogin amboghj tcharits
Jelena Tomasevic:
Èisto srce Boga moli,
Da je mir i da nas vodi
Pogledaj, spasi nas
Sve boli oteraj
Sirusho:
Save my land from deserts day
Call the ocean, snow will melt away
Boaz Mauda:
Ma nau atsei hazait / How pretty the olive trees have become
Cmo bsamim, atuf habait / Like perfumes, the house is wrapped
Bat nadiv, yafat einayim / Daughter of the generous, with beautifull eyes
Ve'ashir lach bekol / And I'll sing to you out loud