Who would visit the grapevines? Who would fill the baskets?

Who would pick the grape leaves?

After us, will the stars descend, to play on the hills, 

in the middle of the calm nights?

At our foothill in the "erzal,"

the branches of the trees are surrounding my secrets...

And the yard with the shadows is covered by a gentle beautiful scent...

Our land is here, and our stream. It is where we roamed,

and where we felt drunk with happiness

Its magic is ours, and our dreams, so if we left... and passed....

(and then the song repeats... as in, if we left and passed...

who would visit the grapevines

Erzal Is something that has no translation.

It is a very specific kind of a tree house, that is also used as a bed.