Текст песни Фидан Гафаров - Хушлашу

Drowning, looking for a blue scarf, the train ran,
Young birches run barefoot towards me.
My way is free, through the fields,
There is hope for me as a burning fire ahead.

The racing train, the roads are full of excitement,
My homeland, my beautiful land, cares for me.
I can't go, my paths pass through the fields,
On a moonlit evening there is hope as a fiery fire.

Standing on the side of the road like a lonely pine,
I'm leaving to say goodbye to you.
Roads are waiting for me, songs are waiting for me, so I'm leaving,
Divorce is harder than you, if hard.