Текст песни
The mountains rise like ancient guards
The air is sweet in the farmer’s yard
The rivers hum where the orchards grow
This is Armenia, the land you know
Feel the wind, it carries songs
Through the valleys where you belong
Every stone and every tree
Whispers softly, "You're home, you're free."
Grapevines stretch beneath the sky
Sunset paints its colors high
Duduk cries, a soulful breeze
A melody born from memories
Feel the wind, it carries songs
Through the valleys where you belong
Every stone and every tree
Whispers softly, "You're home, you're free."
Under the shadow of Ararat
Dreams endure where our hearts are at
Stories linger in every field
A past that’s strong and will never yield
Church bells toll, their echoes soar
An untouched faith forevermore
The world feels vast, but you will see
Your roots are bound to this history
Feel the wind, it carries songs
Through the valleys where you belong
Every stone and every tree
Whispers softly, "You're home, you're free."
