[Intro β Armenian duduk, soft strings, distant mountain ambience] Six glowing points upon your star, A sign of victory, A mark of strength, A light that knows your name. [Verse 1] Edwin, there is joy inside your eyes, Edwin, there is sorrow burning low. A hundred moods, a hundred changing skies, A hundred feelings only you can know. Your mountains rise and follow where you go, Their silent peaks are walking by your side. You keep on searching for the road you know, The road that no one else can find. [Chorus] Fifty stars were calling out to you, You searched for them, but none were found. Then falling stars came into your hands, And begged to live beneath your roof. Fifty stars were calling out your name, Like distant lights beyond the blue. You could not catch them in the sky, So they came down to you. [Verse 2] Edwin, there is joy inside your eyes, Edwin, there is sorrow burning low. Your heart can hold a hundred different skies, A hundred faces of the soul. Your mountains rise and follow where you go, They know the footsteps of your wandering heart. You keep on searching for your own way home, A road that only you can start. [Chorus] Fifty stars were calling out to you, You searched for them, but none were found. Then falling stars came into your hands, And begged to live beneath your roof. Fifty stars were calling out your name, Like distant lights beyond the blue. You could not catch them in the sky, So they came down to you. [Bridge β Armenian duduk, gradually rising] The hexagram has written out your fate, Six burning points beneath the ancient sky. You know the mountain where the Ark still waits, Where Noah's ancient waters touch the light. And all the stars are standing guard for you, While beyond the mountain, hidden from your eyes, The sun lives in your chest like a pomegranate bloom, Red and golden, waiting to arise. [Final Chorus β full Armenian folk ensemble] Edwin, there is joy inside your eyes, Edwin, there is sorrow burning low. A hundred moods, a hundred changing skies, A hundred roads still waiting to unfold. Your mountains rise and follow where you go, Your stars will never leave you alone. You keep on searching for your own true path, Until you find the place you call your home. [Outro β duduk and distant choir] Fifty stars... Fifty lights... They found their way to you. And somewhere beyond the mountain, The sun is blooming in your heart.
