Gone from the sea mountain
Thirst is quenched.
And lay down on the coast of the city,
Reaching the bay
Here on the coast
The bay looks out on the town,
My city of Baku
You from gold weaved,
and on the slope day
Gold sunset in the window
A gift for me,
at night the stars are pale,
from your lights
and there is my sky dear
No land relatives
Look as you swing a wave.
the swarm of ships
no ghosts in the world.
the sea is blue
the city drinks,
once again, I can't
and I'm like in childhood
In my city of Baku
You from gold weaved,
and on the slope day
Gold sunset in the window
A gift for me,
at night the stars are pale,
from your lights
and there is my sky dear
No land relatives
No land relatives
No land relatives
No land relatives