Armenians Wretched exiles, rare survivors Of a brave and martyr race Children of a captive mother Heroes with no resting place. Far from home in squalid hovels Sick and pale from lack of sleep. See them drink to drown their sorrows Hear them sing and, singing, weep! Drink… For drunkeness erases Former troubles, present woes Bitter memories effaces Gives a broken heart repose. Heads grow heavier,a mother's Look of anguish disappears And a son's appeal is smothered For the mind no longer hears. By a wolf-pack harried, frightened See them scatter everywhere As the ruthless, bloody tyrant Waves his sabre in the air! They have left their country bleeding And paternal homes ablaze. Only taverns offer welcome To these wretched emigres. Here they sing… Wild songs, for savage Injuries erode their hearts Bitter thoughts their senses ravage Every tear is hot and smarts… Hearts are brimming full of malice Rage cool judgement has dispersed Bloodshot eyes dart thunder-flashes Angry souls for vengeance thirst. Winter winds intone a descant Terrifying they swirl Whirl and lift the song rebellious Carry it across the world. Fouler still the sky is seething Chillier the frowning night Ever louder the Armenians Sing, the storm attains its height… Thus they drink and sing…Survivors Of a brave and martyr race. Children of a captive mother Heroes with no resting place. Far from home, barefoot and ragged In the slum squalor, shorn of sleep See them drink to ease the agony Hear them sing and, singing, weep! Forlorn exiles, uncommon fighters A martyr nation- daring and brave. Children of an anxious Mother Unseen heroes- turned into slaves. Far from home in foreign land, in squalid hovel ailing and pale, they drink, with hearts full of pain, hear them sing and spread their wail. Drink… and drunkenness effaces Former sorrows, present woes Pouring wine memories erases Broken souls will find repose. They feel heads havier A look of Mother's throe disappears Wait for solace,it's already near The maurnful cry nobody hears. As a hounded drove by a starving beast See them scattered all over the world A raving oppressor, unmerciful fierce Thirst for bloodshed at the point of the sword. Compelled to leave their bloodstained Homeland And so left their oun homes,burning in flames Roving and outcast in a strange land Remain in a tavern drawn anguish and blame. Irate and wild is the song they are singing Their hearts are wounded eroded by sores The venom suppresses and they all are seething Tormented and feeble pale faces in tears. Venom and rage overfill their hearts A blazing fire inside is burning their sense In the bloody mad eyes it flashes and lightens So bloodthirsty revenge seek and yearn their souls. As if winter storm sings for their sores A horrific night, the tempest swirls and rises The whirl drifts away, carries and roars The wroth rebel's song all over the place. The sinister sky grows darker and darker Not cosy and loured is the wintry night The rebels sing heatedly louder and louder And so the storm sings out with the highest might. They drink and sing, uncommon fighters A martyr nation- daring and brave. Children of an anxious Mother Unseen heroes- turned into slaves. Far from home naked and barefoot In squalid hovel - so far away See them drink to drawn their sorrow Hear them sing and spread their wail. By Peyo Yavorov (Bulgarian poet and revolutionary) One of his most beautiful poems (he has many) and a favorite of mine. May the Lord bless and protect ancient Armenia - the first officially Christian nation. With deep respect from Bulgaria.
Love from your Christian brothers in Colombia. Even here, so far away, we know of your suffering and the injustice committed against you. We pray for you. ❤✝️☦️
So many parallels in the story of the people of Armenia and the story of the Church. The faith they profess, along with their nation, has been subject to so much pain and martyrdom that is staggers our minds. May God bless this nation and His Church!
@@LemonDropYumSí, pero el imperio romano adoptó *oficialmente* la religión cristiana en el 380, después del rey de Cilicia armenia. El cristianismo comenzó en el imperio romano, claro que sí las primeras comunidades cristianas existieron unos siglos antes de 380
I really enjoy seeing these manuscript pages, especially with Jesus being baptized and standing on the snake or representation of Satan, with the holy Dove descending upon him. I really like the chant, too. It is uplifting.
This is harmonized Western style chant copied from the Gregorian Catholic one. It's sung by Arnenian diaspora in the West. It has nothing to do with the authentic Armenian chant which sounds Byzantine and Oriental.
Love from your Christian brother in Albania🇦🇱🇦🇱🇦🇱🇦🇱🇦🇲🇦🇲🇦🇲🇦🇲🇦🇲🇦🇲☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦
Armenians
Wretched exiles, rare survivors
Of a brave and martyr race
Children of a captive mother
Heroes with no resting place.
Far from home in squalid hovels
Sick and pale from lack of sleep.
See them drink to drown their sorrows
Hear them sing and, singing, weep!
Drink…
For drunkeness erases
Former troubles, present woes
Bitter memories effaces
Gives a broken heart repose.
Heads grow heavier,a mother's
Look of anguish disappears
And a son's appeal is smothered
For the mind no longer hears.
By a wolf-pack harried, frightened
See them scatter everywhere
As the ruthless, bloody tyrant
Waves his sabre in the air!
They have left their country bleeding
And paternal homes ablaze.
Only taverns offer welcome
To these wretched emigres.
Here they sing…
Wild songs, for savage
Injuries erode their hearts
Bitter thoughts their senses ravage
Every tear is hot and smarts…
Hearts are brimming full of malice
Rage cool judgement has dispersed
Bloodshot eyes dart thunder-flashes
Angry souls for vengeance thirst.
Winter winds intone a descant
Terrifying they swirl
Whirl and lift the song rebellious
Carry it across the world.
Fouler still the sky is seething
Chillier the frowning night
Ever louder the Armenians
Sing, the storm attains its height…
Thus they drink and sing…Survivors
Of a brave and martyr race.
Children of a captive mother
Heroes with no resting place.
Far from home, barefoot and ragged
In the slum squalor, shorn of sleep
See them drink to ease the agony
Hear them sing and, singing, weep!
Forlorn exiles, uncommon fighters
A martyr nation- daring and brave.
Children of an anxious Mother
Unseen heroes- turned into slaves.
Far from home in foreign land,
in squalid hovel ailing and pale,
they drink, with hearts full of pain,
hear them sing and spread their wail.
Drink… and drunkenness effaces
Former sorrows, present woes
Pouring wine memories erases
Broken souls will find repose.
They feel heads havier
A look of Mother's throe disappears
Wait for solace,it's already near
The maurnful cry nobody hears.
As a hounded drove by a starving beast
See them scattered all over the world
A raving oppressor, unmerciful fierce
Thirst for bloodshed at the point of the sword.
Compelled to leave their bloodstained Homeland
And so left their oun homes,burning in flames
Roving and outcast in a strange land
Remain in a tavern drawn anguish and blame.
Irate and wild is the song they are singing
Their hearts are wounded eroded by sores
The venom suppresses and they all are seething
Tormented and feeble pale faces in tears.
Venom and rage overfill their hearts
A blazing fire inside is burning their sense
In the bloody mad eyes it flashes and lightens
So bloodthirsty revenge seek and yearn their souls.
As if winter storm sings for their sores
A horrific night, the tempest swirls and rises
The whirl drifts away, carries and roars
The wroth rebel's song all over the place.
The sinister sky grows darker and darker
Not cosy and loured is the wintry night
The rebels sing heatedly louder and louder
And so the storm sings out with the highest might.
They drink and sing, uncommon fighters
A martyr nation- daring and brave.
Children of an anxious Mother
Unseen heroes- turned into slaves.
Far from home naked and barefoot
In squalid hovel - so far away
See them drink to drawn their sorrow
Hear them sing and spread their wail.
By Peyo Yavorov (Bulgarian poet and revolutionary)
One of his most beautiful poems (he has many) and a favorite of mine. May the Lord bless and protect ancient Armenia - the first officially Christian nation.
With deep respect from Bulgaria.
Thank you 🙏🙏🙏
God bless you💝 Thank you so much.
Peace and love from an Armenian in lebanon
Beautiful poem thank you, blessings to all from 🇺🇸
This is too beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing
Love from your Assyrian brother ❤ may our sister nations rise from the ashes and be neighbours again ❤❤❤
Blessings from Australia ♥️
Cool story bro
I’m an Assyrian Armenian mix. Allah minoukh, Astevats pahit. I wish you the best.
Love from Ethiopian brother here ❤️
Love ❤❤❤ from you brothers from the Albanian orthodox church 🇦🇲🇦🇲🇦🇲🇦🇱🇦🇱🇦🇱
God bless Armenia and her people! I would love to attend an Armenian Apostolic liturgy someday. Love, a Greek Orthodox Christian ☦
Do you live in Us ?We have many apostolic churches here!
You are more then invited my brother🙏🏼 GOD bless you
I'm from Armenia. I love to Armenian Apostol Church
Love from your Christian brothers in Colombia. Even here, so far away, we know of your suffering and the injustice committed against you. We pray for you. ❤✝️☦️
I feel the pain of Jesus on the cross, as He shed all of His blood for us, listening to these holy chants. 😢✝️♥️
So many parallels in the story of the people of Armenia and the story of the Church. The faith they profess, along with their nation, has been subject to so much pain and martyrdom that is staggers our minds. May God bless this nation and His Church!
God bless you too!!! :)
Thank you for this, Coptic Orthodox here :)
Happy Easter
The first Christian nation
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Lord have mercy on me for I am a sinner
May the Lord bless and protect ancient Armenia.....Love from Croatia
I love Armenian orthodox Church >>> from The Coptic Orthodox Church
It's not orthodox is apostolic my brother
I have just discovered this beautiful and deeply moving chant. Thank you. God bless Armenia.
Shat shnorakal yem aroght’in amar🙏🏼❤️🇦🇲
With much love in Christ from a Greek Orthodox.
El primer estado cristiano desde 301 , antes de la misma Roma.Hermosa liturgia saludos desde Uruguay
Pero Jesus apunto Pedro
@@LemonDropYumSí, pero el imperio romano adoptó *oficialmente* la religión cristiana en el 380, después del rey de Cilicia armenia. El cristianismo comenzó en el imperio romano, claro que sí las primeras comunidades cristianas existieron unos siglos antes de 380
Beautiful voices, the technical quality of the recording is amazing! Thank you very much for a great spiritual experience! With love from Poland!
Love from Greek Orthodox ❤☦🎵
When we are high, this hymn brings us closer to God
Aman der asfadzim sourp astedzo ❤️💙🧡
IN GOD WE TRUST .
ARMINIA . ARMINIA .
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Love from France❤❤❤
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So beautiful and uplifting. My spirit is nourished by having listened to this.
bravo love from serbia!!
I really enjoy seeing these manuscript pages, especially with Jesus being baptized and standing on the snake or representation of Satan, with the holy Dove descending upon him. I really like the chant, too. It is uplifting.
Khaghoghutyoun amenetsoon
To me Armeian chant sounds somewhat similar to Gregorian chant.
Shnoragalutyun
lEin ganz grosses Danke
Amen 🙏
Blessed 🙏🏻 ⛪️ ✝️
amazin
Thanks fron Brasil
wow! what a voice!
how many pictures are there? hundreds? thanks for putting all that together. these videos are good for the soul
Indeed. Plainness(as opposite of intricate) of religious art is most endearing.
Hi what album did you get these from? And the georgian ones?
Joy to world
4:39
This is harmonized Western style chant copied from the Gregorian Catholic one. It's sung by Arnenian diaspora in the West. It has nothing to do with the authentic Armenian chant which sounds Byzantine and Oriental.
Christian Hymn * ruclips.net/video/wGFiNNvN2Ao/видео.html
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