I feel the heat of the fire
walking gracefully across my skin,
touching me deeper and higher.
And I am so content within.
I see the languid, soothing dance of the flames
enveloping my being in loving games,
playing adoringly, oh, what a precious view!
And I see you.
You make my soul burn
with every word,
every touch,
every kiss.
And it is all that I yearn.
Mihran Kalaydjian his Musical Band Playing Noritz Karoun – Spin Your Cotton in Boston, Massachusetts
The Lyrics:
Once spring comes spring unmatched.
Again I saw my lovely yar.
Were wearing red, rose like a varnam.
Cheyrani like mountains come and passed;
I give you one, it’s forgotten.
Tan mazerd you unroll your back yar.
I smile to your lips shine yar,
Times vain of blows, upper lips.
Cheyrani like mountains come and passed;
I give you one, it’s forgotten.
You are beautiful in the world who makes you smile.
I did not datarkun, in conversation,
I think you’re the ones crying, and you do not look yar.
Cheyrani like mountains come and passed;
I give you one, it’s forgotten.