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52 lines
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Caucasion a drinking
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Raising glasses of wine,
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We, as brothers, we sit at the table.
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According to the custom of our always
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The first toast says toastmaster.
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Where the mountains and the blue expanse
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New Town caresses my eyes.
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On green avenues will pass
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And traces of antiquity will not find.
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You will see palaces and gardens,
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You will see on the branches of fruit,
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Pearl flower beds and a fountain -
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This is our way to Yerevan.
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Pour wine glasses, full glasses!
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Drink for Yerevan! Like a magnet to him, he pulls fellow Armenians.
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And how fun is sung at the table with us:
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God forbid, God forbid that we drank not the last time!
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On the shores of the Caspian Sea should
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The pride of the motherland dear Baku,
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City fame and bold dreams,
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Where plants and flowers close.
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Fishing is surrounded, like a forest,
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This city labor and wonders.
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And shining in the dark night
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Golden anthill of lights.
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Pour wine glasses, full glasses!
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Drink to Baku! Never before the country was not he in debt.
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And how fun is sung at the table with us:
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God forbid, God forbid that we drank not the last time!
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Like a mountain in the gray clouds,
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Tbilisi buried in the gardens.
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And in the land where the grapes grow,
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Turbine flying waterfall.
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Academician, a miner, a horticulturist
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Feel free to move the case forward.
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And they sang a blue wind,
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That came the golden age!
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Pour wine glasses, full glasses!
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For Tbilisi drink. In the groves of lemons falling golden rain.
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And how fun is sung at the table with us:
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God forbid, God forbid that we drank not the last time! |