Текст песни Arthur Meschian - Im Tariner

My years are a dry support,
Empty sound in the streets.
How can I reach you, approach you,
My warm vein, my childhood,
When the years erase me.
Friends, both old and new.
Pure love was my first.
An unrequited passion, a new longing,
That approached with his lips
That only unclean cross.
I tasted your lament,
And blinded by its glitter
Crowds of people giggling
AND losses, both old and new,
And my begging homeland.
Behold, he stood before me,
I'm seen or heard it,
O horrible death mask,
O approaching cries,
And new shades of old lies.
White dream, white eyes
Staring at the star of the white earth,
White land, a white ship,
Thirst for unreal life
And time has stopped.
A white mountain against my eyes
And our way, a white vision,
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