Original Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We've always lived on these lands
Reaped and harvested these fields
Generations sprung from your rivers
Children born from your mountains

[Verse 2]
The public mask of tradition
The struggle for liberation or death
The enemy’s gaze at your terrain
Our smiles at your bosom
At your bottomless will

[Bridge]
We're going to sing with our fists
With the tricolor flag of justice
Humanitarian love of peace
With the holy blessing of a child's face
We are going to prevail with culture
We are going to prevail with culture

[Outro]
We are going to prevail by being Armenian