Anoush Hayrenik [English translation]

The mountains blossomed, trees blossomed,

You have taken on cloths of the green Spring,

You are walking in the road of Spring, going happily,

My sweet fatherland, my gentle fatherland.

The spring roses, with fiery lips,

Are talking to you with endless love,

We are happy only with you,

My sweet fatherland, my gentle fatherland.

And I am a wheat in the meadow of your life,

My heart- like a lark, is praising you,

Your son is happy only with you,

My sweet fatherland, my gentle fatherland.