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1007 B
Plaintext
32 lines
1007 B
Plaintext
The song about Baku
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My beautiful city, sunny Baku,
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You became the best song in my lifetime.
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The glorious capital of the young nation of lights,
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You forever - the capital of life and my dreams.
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Friendship is a feat of labor gives birth
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And it sounds a melody greetings here:
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Ai, Baku, Baku jan, ah, Guzel Baku,
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Ai, Baku, Baku jan, ah, Guzel Baku.
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Multiplying the power of the whole country native,
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Fountains of oil from the earth's crust.
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Proud Caspian lavish court leads.
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Ai, Baku, thank you to the people says.
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Roads distant glory and spring,
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In the field, at sea, in the sky voices heard:
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Ai, Baku, Baku jan, ah Guzel Baku,
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Ai, Baku, Baku jan, ah Guzel Baku.
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If anyone dares stout hand
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Encroach upon the happiness of the Motherland saint
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Fiery storm thunder response to the enemy,
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It gives a powerful rebuff a brother in Moscow Baku.
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About a handsome city, I'm proud of you!
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You grow and scientific firm, blossom and shine:
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Ai, Baku, Baku jan, ah Guzel Baku,
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Ai, Baku, Baku jan, ah Guzel Baku. 1949 |