Based on Slovenia 2010
| Our love (like a, lovewave) surpasses borders |
| They say (qélé, qélé) that we are starcrossed |
| As day after day we, face the dismay in |
| Nagorno and Karabakh |
| My name's Mariam and I'm Armenian |
| Living here I'm one of 95 percent |
| Look I am Azeri, Oskar is my name |
| My dad was sent here by his boss Aliyev |
| From the first time that ever I saw him |
| We just knew we'd always be together |
| Our love (do not, deny) defies all orders |
| Amour (nor par, sister) that comes at a great cost |
| We won't be dissuaded, so mostly unaided |
| Formulated our own plot |
| So on Tuesday evening, with my parents out |
| I'll fly from my window, use a parachute |
| And while she's escaping, I will play my part |
| As I rob my father's favourite horse |
| We'll ride off to live our fantasy yeah |
| In a hut just outside of Urmia |
| This cold (windy, qami) September evening |
| When we (soon he'll, hold me) execute our plot |
| The hour is upon us, I've climbed onto my dad's horse |
| "Mariam, my apricot!" |
| (escape scene shambles ensues) |
| My chute (harpooned, boom boom) has caught a tree branch |
| I hang (without, my love), still 12 feet off the ground |
| Horse, scared, has stopped running, it's nightfall, we need a |
| Miracle to heal this plot |
| Oh no (lonely, alone), this thing is ripping |
| Where's he (her moon, come soon!) save me from this drop |
| I ran here my princess, I'm right underneath you |
| No don't let go of that log!!! |