There is a place over horizon,
It's small, it's poor but gorgeous place,
A place of memories and laughter,
Of friendship, purity and grace.
There's nothing better than my hometown;
Through all the dust and all the mist
It raised me up onto the mountains
And gave me quiet serene bliss.
It taught me peace and showed me fights,
Taught how to love, how to forgive,
That people care but people lie,
That hearts will stay while bodies leave.
For only that I trust in people,
It may be why I'm still alive.
Not being there is stabbing deeply,
But memories and hopes don't die.
This is my hometown: small and caring;
Mountains protect me from strong winds,
Air will refresh, sun would embrace me,
And daily rain will wash my tears.
I see myself not thinking wisely
With friends on shoulders greeting sundown...
Though now at nights I watch horizon
Alone, remembering my hometown.
My hometown
© Copyright: Татев Габоян, 2009
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