O my Lord, it’s time to pray
When a new sun shines, make hay
Save my land from deserts day
Call the oceans, snow will melt away

Sirusho:
Aghothir kapuyt yerkink
Aghothir dashti tzaghik
Vor el tsav tchlini
Vor anhog jpta mankik

Boaz Mauda:
Uri, boi el beitenu
Kinsharim porsim yadenu
Meleim bezamir uvechol hatov

Sirusho:
Oh My Lord, it’s time to pray,
When the new sun shines, make hay,
Save my land from deserts day
Call the oceans, snow will melt away

Jelena Tomasevic:
Za nas, srce Boga moli,
Day je mir i da nas vodi

Sirusho:
Hayr mer aghothum em
Makrir hogin amboghj tcharits

Boaz Mauda:
Uri, boi el beitenu
Kinsharim porsim yadenu
Sirusho:
Hayr mer aghothum em
Makrir hogin amboghj tcharits

Jelena Tomasevic:
?isto srce Boga moli,
Da je mir i da nas vodi
Pogledaj, spasi nas
Sve boli oteraj

Sirusho:
Save my land from deserts day
Call the ocean, snow will melt away


Boaz Mauda:
Ma nau atsei hazait
Cmo bsamim, atuf habait Bat nadiv, yafat einayim
Ve’ashir lach bekol