http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRMYAazwnzc There is a time in life, When desire comes to an end, A time when the soul Longs for its memories. When the lyre becomes cold, Bidding a final farewell to love... I wish to fall asleep in my Kilikia, The country that gave me the sun. I have seen the plains of Syria, The mountains and cedars of Lebanon. I saw the land of the Italians, Venice and its gondolas. There is no island like our Cyprus, But no place is more beautiful, Than my Kilikia, The country that gave me sun. When the doors of hope open, And winter has fled our land, O, Beautiful land of Armenia! When your sweet days shine brightly, When the swallow returns to his nest, When the trees bloom, I wish to see my Kilikia - The country that gave me sun.