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EVIL THINGS
Go and tell the evil things not to be
Not to happen unexpectedly
Or if they ever happen–to stay away
From our little world
From spoiling its taste and its smell
Give our regards to the evil things
Tell them that we know they exist
That they can always come
Tell them that we know they can
By light of day or dark of night
Abruptly come to us
But tell the evil things not to be
Not to happen unexpectedly
Or if they ever happen–to stay away
From our little world
Because you don’t know how
Because they don’t know how
Dearly - sometimes with happiness
Fondly - sometimes with distress
Fearfully - little by little
We built our world
Open to the light
A small world which
Could barely enclose
Our small life
And our cozy serenity
Go and tell the evil things about all this
Tell them not to happen unexpectedly
Or if they ever occur - to stay away
From our warm hearth
From spoiling its taste and its smell |
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BONJOUR
Loin du monde
Au milieu de la plaine à l’ombre
D’un arbre solitaire
Couché sur la terre chaleureuse
Doucement je m’endors
Au milieu de la plaine me voilà seul
Loin du monde
Et puis je fais un songe
Et soudain m’envahissent par-dessous mes paupières
Des noms des visages des visages des noms
Des visages sans nom
Des noms sans visage
Un à un ils pénètrent à travers
mes paupières
Je rêve éveillé
Au milieu de la plaine me présumant seul
Loin du monde
Je me lève
Et je dis bonsoir tendrement
A l’arbre solitaire
Et sous mes pas la chaleur à foison
De la terre et de l’herbe
Je pars sans retour
Je pars bras ouverts
Pour embrasser de nouveau
Des noms des visages des visages des noms
Des noms sans visage
Des visages sans nom
Et je murmure comme une prière
- Bonjour à tout le monde
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Several years ago, the Tekeyan Cultural Association
had a celebration in New York City, honoring the
75th anniversary of the Armenian writer and poet
Khachik Dashtents. I took part in the evening,
interpreting two songs that I wrote using the
lyrics of his poems. The text of one of 
these
songs, Armenian, which I adapted into the form
of an anthem, is included in all handbooks of
Armenian literature published in the Diaspora.
The audience greeted the song with great enthusiasm.
I believe there were two reasons for this. In
the first place, its message exhorts students
to speak Armenian in the countries where it is
threatened with disappearance; and in the second
place, I sang it with a little choir of young
girls who presumably have gotten the message...
