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Gna Blbu

Apo Sahagian - Gna Blbul (Armenian Folk Music)

Go away nightingale, fly and go
Away from this bloody world
Fly off nightingale, do not stop
They tore you apart from your rose

Your wooing dear rose
Dried up with the blowing breeze
Your blood-soaked rosary
Dried up your gardens

It has already become a nest of crows
No rose will blossom here
Do not mourn in vain, wretched nightingale
Gather your sorrows and go away