Город Мой - Баку! [Gorod moy - Baku!] [English translation]

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

• Artist:Muslim Magomayev