Author: Emily's Piano Solo

Here I present my interpretation of this Armenian traditional song. I want this heritage to reach the world. The remedy and balm for my wounds, The water of my Homeland. Sweeter than pomegranate wine, Ah, the water of my Homeland. Sweeter than pomegranate wine, Ah, the water of my Homeland. Bland are the waters of foreign lands: Salty, sour, they have got no taste. Shall I ever drink again, Ah, the water of my Homeland? Will I ever drink again The water of my Homeland? Strangers came to the land, And exiled the natives. Snakes and toads ruthlessly drank The…