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Kilikia (lyrics, English translation)
When doors of hope are opened wide,
And dreary winter flees away,
Our beautiful Armenia
Beams forth in glad and smiling day;
When swallows to their nests return
And trees put on their leaves so bright
I yearn for my Kilikia,
The land where first I saw the light.
There comes to each a time of life
When all our hopes have gone at last,
The poor soul longs and strives no more;
And dwells alone upon the past;
The, when my breaking harp, unstrung
Shall sing to hope a last good-night,
I will sleep in my Kilikia,
The land where I first saw the light.

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