We've always lived on these lands, Reaped and harvested these fields, Generations sprung from your rivers, Children born from your mountains,
The public mask of tradition, The struggle for liberation or death, The enemy's gaze at your terrain, Our smiles at your bosom, At your bottomless will.
We're going to sing with our fists With the tricolor flag of justice, Humanitarian love of peace With the holy blessing of a child's face, We are going to prevail with culture We are going to prevail with culture We are going to prevail by being Armenian.
петь по–армянски:
menq misht aprel enk ais hogherum kaghel u hndzel ais dashterum serundner pghel ko geterits manukner tsnvel ko lernerits
hanrayin diman avantagan azatakragan baikar kam mah dshnamu achke daratsknerit mer jpitnere ko tsotserin ko anhatak kamqin