Lyrics “ My Mother ”
Producer: Edward Khoury & Elias Bandak
Song by Arelette Grigoryan
Arrangement by Kevork Zhamkochian
Record Labels: Paramount Studios
Mino Element Band Members
Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Sevan Manoukian – Drummer
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone
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The most expensive
For me, my mother only,
Christmas at my mom is priceless.
-Kez I love, my dear mother.
And no matter how many years pass,
For me, this world
Is not just a woman,
We become like your looks.
I will love you forever.
My life,
I remember your words correctly;
Your sleepless nights,
Khratnerd ambiguous,
That gives us always,
May your future life.
You just do not see sorrow.
May your future life
Be beautiful spring like,
You will stay in my heart.
My whole life, my gentle mother.
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Charlie Bisharat is a Grammy-winning violinist who has toured and/or recorded with numerous notable artists. He was a member of Shadowfax, who won a Best New Age Performance Grammy in 1988 for Folksongs for a Nuclear Village
A version of the Classical Greek song “Gie mou”My Son”, written by the composer Apostolos Kaldaras and sung originally by Stamatis Kokotas (Greece).
Mino Element Band Members
Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Sevan Manoukian – Drummer
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone
Lyrics:
My son, it’s my pain unbearable dear
to see you as xerofyllo wind
in life chased turning
My son, did not hear your devious father
drifted and day by day
Being twenty years old and yet grow old
My son, what do you expect, my IP
in a muddy road
you’ll be always like a tree uprooted
without destiny, without sun and sky
My son, my yearning to Reflect
Come home to sweeten your wound
My son, my son, how I hurt
My son, it ‘s my people cruel dear
the lords it ‘merchants of war
and laugh when we tear rolls
My son, do not think anyone my beloved
as though your friends rejoiced, my God
that You ‘ve now fallen so low
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