Текст песни Полад Бюльбюль огълы - Край любимый

The edge is beloved and native, your air is like honey!
Doesn't the nightingale sings with me?
I go in the glow of the day, rejoicing in the spring -
And flowers, dewing links, bow to me.

Chorus:
This is the sun and dew, the golden fields of the beauty -
And love for Earth native through the years to carry!

Do not forget me for the hour of the good hand of the Father,
Mute mom of gentle eyes and her face.
You have become more beautiful, the good land is native!
It's you gave me wings for love big!

Over the expanses of the songs of the song flies,
It is painful my homeland in the world not to find!