English translation

When it rains in Shusha, when it rains in Martuni, and it rains, they say, from Askeran to Martakert, and the dirt roads turn to mud, our grandmothers say, that's when the witches wake up.

Our grandmothers know a little about witchcraft.

Our grandmothers know a little about witchcraft.

Our grandmothers know a little about witchcraft.

When Mount Kirs, a clenched fist, blue in the mountains of Karabakh, disappears into the clouds, and the rocks turn green from the moist drops of the Tnjr tree, when the clouds hang around the Persian silk trees and the velvety old branches of the maple, that's when, our grandmothers say, the witches take off their long dresses, let down their long hair and dance with the old gods in pagan orgies.

Our grandmothers know a little about witchcraft.

Our grandmothers know a little about magic.

Our grandmothers know a little about magic.

When the Ice Moon is awake and the shadows darken with sleepy whispers, then I tell my grandmother that I am going camping with my friends. In the mountains, in the clouds and in the rain. She does not yet know what we do at night. The three of us in the tent, when we take off our clothes, let down our long hair and dance with the old gods in pagan orgies.

Grandmothers know a little about this kind of magic.

Grandmothers know a little about this kind of magic.

Grandmothers know a little about this kind of magic.