miss wall flower

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I know I should’ve post this on Saturday, but I’m such a mess these days. I still didn’t finish my finance project, damn fiscal competition!!!
I think  misswallflower or .la douleur exquise is the first tumbrl blog I started following , let’s praise bloglovin’, such a great source of inspiration. Miss wall flower, Marie, posts some of the most lovely & dreamy
pictures I’ve seen, and I think she’s a lovely person herself.
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ps: don’t forget about the Holiday Styling Contest and please use only items from the Mini Editor, sets containing other items will be disqualified

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  • Oosti Koo Gas
    Sayat Nova

    Oosti koo gas, gharib blbool,
    Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.
    Doo vart ptre, yis gozalin.
    Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.

    Whence are you coming, wandering nightingale?
    You are crying, I will also cry.
    You seek the rose, and I the beautiful one.
    You are crying, I will also cry.

    Ari blbool, khosi baren.
    Okhnevi koo ekats’ saren.
    Ki vartn erits’, indz im yaren.
    Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.

    Come nightingale, tell me the word.
    The mountain from which you came is blessed.
    The rose burns you, my love burns me.
    You are crying, I will also cry.

    Man im gali didari hit,
    Voonts’ gharib blbool khari hit.
    Doo varti, yis yari hit.
    Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.

    I am wandering with the picture,
    Like the wandering nightingale with the insect.
    You are with the rose, and I with my love.
    You are crying, I will also cry.

    Salbooi nman kananch im,
    Ek, khosi, dzaynet chananch im,
    Doo vart kanche, yis yar kanchim.
    Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.

    I am green like the cypress,
    Come, speak, I know your voice.
    You call to the rose, I call to the beloved.
    You are crying, I will also cry.

    Gharib blbool, dzaynet maloom,
    Yis oo doo ervink me haloom,
    Sayat Noven asats’ zaloom,
    Doo mi lats’ li, yis im laloo.

    Wandering nightingale, your voice is miserable,
    You and I are burning in the same way,
    Sayat Nova said cruelly,
    You are crying, I will also cry.

    …to you my beautiful friend!…I love ArmĂ©nia!…

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