Apricot Stone (Armenia)
Many, many years ago
When I was a little child
Mama told me you should know
Our world is cruel and wild
But to make your way through cold and heat
Love is all that you need
I believed her every word
More than anything I heard
But I was too scared to lose my fun
I began to cry a lot
And she gave me apricots
Kisses of the earth, fruits of the sun
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot stone
I will drop it down
In the frozen ground
Let it, let it make its round
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot Stone
Now I see the Northern stars
Shining brightly in the storm
And I've got an avatar
Of my love to keep me warm
Now I'm not afraid of violent winds
They may blow - they can't win
May the winter stay away
From my harvest night and day
May God bless and keep my cherished fruit
Grow my tree up to the sky
Once I waved my home goodbye
I just want to go back to my roots
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot stone
I will drop it down
In the frozen ground
Let it, let it make its round
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot Stone
When I was a little child
Mama told me you should know
Our world is cruel and wild
But to make your way through cold and heat
Love is all that you need
I believed her every word
More than anything I heard
But I was too scared to lose my fun
I began to cry a lot
And she gave me apricots
Kisses of the earth, fruits of the sun
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot stone
I will drop it down
In the frozen ground
Let it, let it make its round
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot Stone
Now I see the Northern stars
Shining brightly in the storm
And I've got an avatar
Of my love to keep me warm
Now I'm not afraid of violent winds
They may blow - they can't win
May the winter stay away
From my harvest night and day
May God bless and keep my cherished fruit
Grow my tree up to the sky
Once I waved my home goodbye
I just want to go back to my roots
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot stone
I will drop it down
In the frozen ground
Let it, let it make its round
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot stone
Hidden in my hand
Given back to me
From the motherland
Apricot Stone
Credits
Writer(s): Karen Artavazdovich Kavaleryan, Armen Martirosyan
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