Olympos
Words and Music: Norair-Hovig Sarkissian
Oh, what a tangled web we weave,
We always seem to get our signals crossed.
Still, no matter what we believe,
We live in hope though paradise seems lost.
But there's a way, don't you realize?
Just look at the world, through young children's eyes.
There is a place way up high
Where the mountains touch the sky,
And like a soaring eagle
Your soul can freely fly.
Dance to the song of the lyre
And you'll fulfill every desire,
For in the light of truth
There flows the fountain of youth.
Some call it a fairy tale,
A golden age that never was real.
Lost in a dark world seen through a veil,
They claim that true light is just an ideal.
Well, I smile, but I don't concur,
'Cause deep in my heart, I still remember.
There is a place way up high
Where the mountains touch the sky,
And like a soaring eagle
Your soul can freely fly.
Dance to the song of the lyre
And you'll fulfill every desire,
For in the light of truth
You'll see the fountain of youth.