Because I won't come to say goodbye
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I can't find my way back
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To you, my city, and to the grandfather's grave
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I can't find a white light in the middle of the night
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And do not expose your back to blows
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I'm sorry, Baku, you're not here today.
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And don't blame those who left you
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CHORUS:
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I will put my daughter on my knees
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I'll tell her the whole bitter truth
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Can't find a ticket to our homeland
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More of our homeland, daughter, no
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Can't find a ticket to our homeland
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More of our homeland, daughter, no
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I don't check my watch now
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With a clock at the Sabunchu station
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And no more walking along the boulevard
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And don't breathe the air of Baku
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Khutor and Armenikend disappeared
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And there are no my friends at Zavokzalnaya
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And there is no more Zavokzalnaya either
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And there is no Baku, how sad it is
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And there is no more Zavokzalnaya either
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And there is no Baku, how sad it is
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CHORUS
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But in what cities we would not live
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We also listen to Boku as then
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We also love our wives and children
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Anyway, we are Bakuvians, for the life of me
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We also love our wives and children
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Anyway, we are Bakuvians, for the life of me
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Ai, Baku, Jan-Baku, on your shore
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There were so many lights, so many friends lived
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Where are you now, friends. |
And where am I now
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If I dream of the Caspian Sea at night
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Akhmedly, gunashly, we left from there
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We have gone from what the Armenians
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CHORUS
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It will take a long time to get used to
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For a long time they will call us Bakuvians,
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But on the distant windy shore
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Our sunny city Baku has died,
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But on the distant windy shore
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The city of sunny jan-baku died
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Fate scattered us across the earth
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We choked on grief a lot
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How we live in prison on this will, mama jan
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That's what the refugee's share
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How we live in prison on this will, mama jan
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That's what the refugee's share
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I sing and let all people know
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There are no happy refugees
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Like birds don't fly without wings, mama jan
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This is how Baku residents live without a homeland
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Like birds don't fly without wings, mama jan
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This is how Baku residents live without a homeland |