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We are few but
we are called Armenians |
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We are few but we are
called Armenians
We do not put ourselves above anyone
Simply we also admit that we, only
we have Mount Ararat
And that it is right here on the
clear Sevan
that the sky could make its exact
duplicate
Simply David has indeed fought right
here
Simply the Narek was written right
here
Simply we know how to build from the
rock, a monastery
How to make fish from stone, how to
make man from clay
To learn to become the student of
the beautiful,
the kind, the noble, and the good
We are few, but we are called
Armenians
We do not put ourselves above anyone
Simply our fortune has just been so
different
Simply we have just shed too much
blood
Simply in our lives of centuries
long
When we were many and when we were
strong
Even then we did not oppress any
nation
See, centuries have come and
centuries have passed
Yet over no one have we become
tyrants
If we have enslaved, only with our
eyes
And if we have ruled, only with our
books
If we have prevailed, only with our
talent
And if we have ever oppressed,
it has only been with our wounds
Simply with us death had fallen in
love
Yet we willingly did not give
ourselves
And when we were forced to leave our
own land
Wherever we reached, wherever we
went
Everywhere we left indelible trace
We have joined efforts for everyone,
always
We plowed everywhere, we built
bridges, we tied arches
We plowed everywhere and we brought
forth crops
We gave everyone mind, proverbs, and
songs
In other words we defended them from
spiritual coldness
Everywhere we left our eyes'
reflection
A peace of our soul and a sacrament
from the heart itself
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We are few, truly,
but we are Armenians
And by being few we do not succumb
Because it is better to be few in
life, than to control life by being
many
Because it is better rather to be
few, than to be masters by being
many
Because it is better to be few, than
to be swindlers
We are few, yes, but we are
Armenians
And we know how to sigh from yet
unhealed wounds
But with a new juice we rejoice and
we cheer
We know how to thrust into the foe's
side
And how to lend a helping hand to
our friend
How to repay goodness which was done
to us
by compensating for each one by ten
And the benefit of it just in the
sun
We vote with our lives, not only
with our hands
Yet if they desire to rule us with
force
We know how to smoke and how to
quench their fire
And if it is needed to disperse
darkness
we can turn into ashes like burning
candles
And we know as well how to make love
with lust
And we do this always by respecting
others
See we do not put ourselves above
anyone,
but we know ourselves, we are called
Armenians
And why should we not feel pride
about that
We are, we shall be, and become many |
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