Ashur Bet Sargis - Gamee D'Mowta

Upon these restless oceans, and the blowing cold winds
Our little boat tossed around, reading the sorrow of this heart
There is no one here who knows us, but the boat carries us
We are wailing from our distress, for our heart does not support us

Our bitter lives passing, closing the door of the journey
We are far from joy without a solution, our hope is not returning
The winds pulling the waves, rocking this boat slowly
We remain with our shadows, not separating from our hardship

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We only listen to our weariness, behold the echo of our sighs
While we are still in our dwelling, inside this boat that guards us
We have been left without happiness, after we believed in purity
In this time of disbelief, we have left it without peace

Sorrow asking of our hearts, the cold winds visiting
Surrounding our boat, in these great oceans
The winds pulling the waves, and we are separating from the world
Death waking from sleep, trampling us in sleep

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Sorrow asking of our hearts, the cold winds visiting
Surrounding our boat, in these great oceans
The winds pulling the waves, and we are separating from the world
Death waking from sleep, trampling us in sleep

The winds pulling the waves, and our souls separating from the world
Our mother dressing in black, while the nation is in conflict
Our mother dressing in black, while the nation is in conflict