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Razmik Davoyan, from Whispers and Breath of the Meadows

The moon, the moon went out...

The moon, the moon went out,
The clouds passed overhead,
The sun laughed softly
And arched a grand rainbow
Upon bells of dew.

Pulling my roots from the soil
With one final dreadful cry
I have come bringing the songs of the meadows,
The whispers and breath of the meadows
Woven from sun and dew.

Cut off from water and soil
Deprived of my green meadow
I have come to be your flower for a day,
To wilt by your feet
Looking at your face.