Xocalı [English translation]

I saw a village far away

And green hillsides in my dream

Girls were carrying water with shy steps

Knees were touching to roses

Birds were singing, the river was waving

Lake, children of the village, fruits and garden

People were shining

I kissed the hands of old mothers

Gathered at the dinner table, salt, bread

This heaven, this family, this merry people

Old and young, everyone were together

And this beautiful village was named Khojaly...1

Then the bullets rained from the sky

The flowers on the ground were gone

It was as if people were dying

Petals were falling

The bullets rained from the sky

Timeless endings

Pure girls

Beautiful, just like angels

Bloody wounds on their bodies

And the rivers turned red

Yesterday's laughter were covered by the snow today

Salt and bread were covered with bloody clay

Father and son were hanged on a same tree

My god, how hard it is

To wrap these wounds

How hard it is

To understand without speaking

To bury the unworn white dresses of brides

The bullets rained from the sky

The flowers on the ground were gone

It was as if people were dying

Petals were falling

The bullets rained from the sky

The flowers on the ground were gone

It was as if people were dying

Petals were falling...

1. Khojaly is one of the 66 districts of Azerbaijan. It is located in the west of the country and belongs to the upper Karabakh region. During the first Karabakh war, on the night of 26 February 1992, the Armenian forces seized the town and massacred the civilians remaining in it. The massacre had become the largest single massacre throughout the entire Nagorno-Karabakh conflict. The death toll given by the Azerbaijani authorities is 613 civilians, including 106 women and 63 children.

• Artist:Qaraqan