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Hovern'engan (The winds have dropped) by Lévon Minassian

In a world where races and culture are being torn apart, and the word "brother" no longer means anything and - something I thought impossible - wars are still being waged, surely a time will come after all these stormy passages when all the winds will finally calm down.

Your music is a language
From the depths of time,
An eternal message
Carried on the wind.

Duduk - divine breath
On our waiting hearts
You hang the hope of our forefathers
And the roots of our tears.

The mysterious sounds
Imprisoned in your wood
Escape like prayers
Echoes of our faith.

Duduk - wild flute
Your never-ending cry
Is alike a potent brew
That banishes oblivion...

By Missak Medzarentz

Mots-clés: Doudouk Minassian