As bachelor I of course
Aswered to a newspaper ad
It’s gonna be a long journey
When you have to travel far
If you want to find yourself a love one
And as soon as Turkeminstan can be found on the map
I navigate to you with stars as compass.
My own Ljeni, Ljeni, Ljeni
Incredibly beautiful bride
So sweet Ljeni, Little Saraseni
My own miss Turkmenistan
On the road map I measured distances
I marked the route with a line
Viborg then St. Petersburg, Moscow
And next Voldograd and from there
Via Aral lake to Azabadh
And when wilderness sceneries change to deserts
I can probably switch the cross-country vehicle to a camel
My own Ljeni, Ljeni, Ljeni
Incredibly beautiful bride
So sweet Ljeni, Little Saraseni
My own miss Turkmenistan
You can easily get lost when fatigued
You start to see visions
When you have to make a long journey
And you have to travel far
Maybe I roam in the desert in vain
Lost but still believing that the twinkling of stars
Is only the reflection of your eyes.