Mer siro ashun (Осень нашей любви)

Rouben Hakhverdyan
MER SIRO ASHOUN@

du karcum es ayd andzrevn e artasvum patuhanid
ayd apsosanqi xosqern en glorvum katil-katil
glorvum en u hosum en, apakuc tapvum en cac
ays xosqer@ vor lsvum en im yergi mej ushacac

um e petq xostovananq@, apsosanq@ ushacac
ser@ qo mi haneluk er u gaxtniq er chbacvac
da guce ashnan katakn er - terevnern ein dexnac
caruxum lur artasvum er mi axchik menak kangnac

[chorus]
mer siro ashun@ el yerbeq chi krknvi
ev ancyaln amen angam ashnan het kayceli
u patuhanid lur kartasvi
u patuhanid lur kartasvi

yes hima nor haskanum em - ancjal@ het ches beri
ays amen@ hatucumn e im gorcac hin mexqeri
ayn axjik@ ev ashun@ baxtnerin vor korcrin
da jahel im xentutyunn er vor yerbeq indz chen neri

yes gitem yerjankutyun@ mi angam e aycelum
isk heto yerb heranum e aycetomsn e ir toxnum
u heto amboxj kjanqum mer menq nran enq voronum
ayn hascen vor na toxnum e yerbeq voch voq chi gtnum

[chorus]

***
THE AUTUMN OF OUR LOVE
 
Do you think the rain’s been drumming on your window all day long?
It’s the words of my repentance, falling down drop by drop.
See them, rolling down the glass and down into the endless brine;
Words that only you can hear in this belated song of mine. 

What is this confession now, overdue regret, - for what?
Love has always been a riddle that I never can decode.
It was autumn that was mocking, slapping me with faded leaves,
And the girl that kept on weeping silently among the trees. 

Only now I understand: the past shall not be back again.
It’s for sins that I’ve committed that I’m being made to pay.
For that weeping girl, that autumn are the fortune that I’ve lost.
Heedless deeds of wild youth is what I now regret the most. 

We all know that happiness can only come a single time.
It then promptly disappears, leaves its business card behind.
We then seek it everywhere, we go on looking all our lives,
But the address on the card is one that no man ever finds.

Источник: [bad word] /forum [bad word] musicity/1560-mer-siro-ashun.html