Kroonk by Komitas

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  • Опубликовано: 12 янв 2025

Комментарии • 13

  • @Takoushjanik
    @Takoushjanik 14 лет назад

    I love Komitas Vartabed and I love Lusine Zakarian. Komidas Vartabed was truly a "saintly" Armenian Reverend Father and a true patriotic harding working and intelligently working good human being. Lusine Zakarian's voice was so angelic and supreme! Love them both!!!!

  • @sonahovsepyan3593
    @sonahovsepyan3593 10 лет назад +1

    БРАВО....КЕЦЦЕС СИРЕЛИ АРАКС....СКАНЧЕЛИ КАТАРУМ!!!!

  • @DrSylva22
    @DrSylva22 12 лет назад

    Dear holly ...This is Armenian soul you understood it...
    Because your name is Holly as well
    So you carry special honest soul...!!!
    Sylva-MD-Poetry

  • @AntranigPK
    @AntranigPK 13 лет назад

    your truly right TheMarinChic WOW

  • @Janine11155
    @Janine11155 15 лет назад +1

    Translation of Hovhannes Tumanian poem
    1896
    A Crane has lost its way across the heavens,
    From yonder stormy cloud I hear him cry,
    A traveller oer an unknown pathway driven,
    In a cold world unheeded he doth fly.

  • @Iolamusica
    @Iolamusica 15 лет назад

    Please post the lyrics!! In Armenian and English! I love this song!!

  • @Janine11155
    @Janine11155 15 лет назад +1

    But I am exiled from my ruined nest,
    And roam with faltering steps from hill to hill,
    Like to the birds of heaven in my unrest
    Envying the boulders motionless and still.

  • @kcrcbest
    @kcrcbest 14 лет назад

    WOOOOOOOOOW

  • @drippyinfinities
    @drippyinfinities 14 лет назад

    @karilona Look for the excellent compilation CD entitled "The Voice of Komitas", on the Traditional Crossroads label. You can find it at Amazon . co . uk, and many other places.

  • @Janine11155
    @Janine11155 15 лет назад +1

    Each boulder unassailed stands in its place,
    But I from mine must wander tempest-tossed-
    And every bird its homeward way can trace,
    But I must roam in darkness, lone and lost.
    Ah, whither leads this pathway long and dark,
    My God, where ends it, thus with fears obsessed?
    When shall night end this days last glimmering spark?
    Where shall my weary feet tonight find rest?

  • @Janine11155
    @Janine11155 15 лет назад +1

    sorry I had to break them up... read "backwards"
    If you google "Crane Hovannes Tumanian"" you will find it on Armenopedia

  • @Janine11155
    @Janine11155 15 лет назад +1

    Ah, whither leads this pathway long and dark,
    My God, where ends it, thus with fears obsessed?
    When shall night end this days last glimmering spark?
    Where shall my weary feet tonight find rest?
    Farewell, beloved bird, whereer thou roam
    Spring shall return and bring thee back once more,
    With thy sweet mate and young ones, to thy home-
    Thy last year s nest upon the sycamore.