A voice has tolled in Erzrum’s higher mountains. Bravely rose the Armenian hearts And shots of weapons.
Armenian peasant hasn’t seen war for a long time He left his fields. Swords and weapons instead of his spade. ————————
A voice needs only call and they’ll make a stand. The brave and sworn hearts will always defend. They’ll throw enemies down the mountains. And will fight. And will yell. And will yell. Freedom!