Текст песни Ильхам Шакиров - Голмэрьям

Gulmaryam grazed in the pastures,
The flowers broke a bouquet Gulmaryam,
A squirrel in his eyes,
The light of dawn on their faces,
He can't take his eyes off the flowers in his hand.

Gulmaryam grazed in the meadows,
The waters drank from the silver lakes.
And the wind blows, the wind blows,
Of the scattered native lands
Gulmaryam, who has regained her beauty.

Gulmaryam returns from work in the fields,
What a treat on the harmonic streets!
The village girl, the country girl,
The star of the box gods -
So beautiful is my husband Gulmaryam.