Charents Yeghishe - Poems of Yeghishe Charent стр 2.

"And your soul like wine
Will inundate their black
And morbid floor."
The Feast, Ballad I
Would you like me to sing
For you
 Now?
I sing so that you feel
Whatever you want -
Be it love or death.
I sing to move your hearts.
I give my song of light
To you all,
Even to the last whore.
Do you like at all
This bearish tenderness
Of mine?
I sing despite myself.
Whatever I sing whether about love,
Or death,
It is never fake.
Listen to my songs,
Here they are: