***5201***Купидончик стрельнул в сердце...(Cupid shot into the heart...)

***5201***(песенка из стиха 4555)
1
Купидончик стрельнул в сердце,
Радости фонтан, любовный,
Тоником струит оттуда,
И не каждый то выносит -
Радости внезапной столько..,
Радости внезапной с море...

(припев)
Так у Бога, да у Бога,
Завелось, он души сводит,
Склеивая их любовью,-
Купидончик занят этим,
Чтобы деток было много,
Чтобы жизнь цвела, не чахла,
Радуя богоподобьем...

2
Купидончик хулиганит,
Лук и стрелы ж у ребенка...
Он любовью вяжет души -
Ей все возрасты покорны,
Чтоб звучало в свадьбе - горько,
Чтобы деток было много...

(припев)
Так у Бога, да у Бога,
Завелось, он души сводит,
Склеивая их любовью,-
Купидончик занят этим,
Чтобы деток было много,
Чтобы жизнь цвела, не чахла...
Радуя богоподобьем...

***/Ереван 02.2026 г./***
***5201***(song from poem 4555, translated by AI Copilot)
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Cupid shot into the heart,
A fountain of joy, of loving,
Tonic streams flow out from there,
And not everyone can bear it—
So much sudden joy at once,
So much sudden joy, like oceans...

(Chorus)
So with God, yes with God,
It began, he joins the souls,
Binding them together with love—
Cupid's busy with this labor,
So that children may be many,
So that life may bloom, not wither,
Shining with godlike joy...

2
Cupid plays a little prank,
Bow and arrows in a child's hands...
He ties the souls with love—
To it all ages are obedient,
So that at weddings they cry "bitter!",
So that children may be many...

(Chorus)
So with God, yes with God,
It began, he joins the souls,
Binding them together with love—
Cupid's busy with this labor,
So that children may be many,
So that life may bloom, not wither...
Shining with godlike joy...

***/Yerevan, 02.2026/***
***5201***(song from poem 4555 – (translated by AI Alisa)
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Cupid shot my heart with fire,
Joy bursts forth like a fountain,
Love's elixir flows forever —
Not all can bear such splendor.
Joy so sudden, vast as ocean,
Joy so sudden, wild emotion...
(Chorus)
So it is with God, yes, God above,
He brings souls together, bound by love.
Gluing them with tenderness and grace —
Cupid's busy, fulfilling His decree:
So that children may be born anew,
So that life may bloom, not fade from view,
Rejoicing in divine likeness...
2
Cupid's playing tricks, it's true,
Child with bow and arrows — yet
He binds souls with love's sweet thread,
Ages yield to love's command.
So that "Bitter!" rings at wedding's call,
So that children may fill hall after hall...
(Chorus)
So it is with God, yes, God above,
He brings souls together, bound by love.
Gluing them with tenderness and grace —
Cupid's busy, fulfilling His decree:
So that children may be born anew,
So that life may bloom, not fade from view,
Rejoicing in divine likeness...

***/Yerevan, 02.2026/***