Jul 25, 2015
“Snow-wrapped mountains and blue lakes. Skies, as if dreams of the soul. Skies, as if childish eyes.
I was alone. You were with me When I was hearing the lake’s whispers And glazing into the transparent distance- There rose in me your holy vision’s old longing, Star-filled, infinite.
Calling, calling in the snowy mountains Someone was calling for the sunset of longing And the night was falling, covering the distance By mingling my soul into the starry darkness…”
Fatherland by Yeghishe Charents
