since the desert drank our tears
a hundred years and yet still here today
in the graveyard where our children play
ah
they came to us enrobed in steel
to prevent their hearts from what the may feel
and raised their guns and so released the seal
of the command and made it real
and they led us then out along the trail
from which our souls would sail
ah
alone we stand with no body near
we protect ourselves with our tears
but the voiceless song is always calling, always calling in their ear
of our demand, loud and clear
and the words they know, as the the ones they must not say
they will be heard aloud some day
ah
so the voiceless land it is the same
and like their shame, it will remain
and the burden of silence that we bear
it's always there, it always will be there
but the desert sands they whisper our song
on and on, they sing our song
ah
but its not over no
in Armenia they know
in Armenia
