Текст песни Муслим Магомаев - Город Мой Баку

Gone from the sea mountain
Thirst is quenched.
And lay on the bank of the city,
Covering bay.
He is old and eternally young,
Here on the coast,
Bay looking at the city,
My city, Baku!

You all of gold woven,
And on the slopes of the day
Sunset gold window
Grant me.
At night, the stars fade
From your lights.
And I have no dearer sky,
No native land!

Wave away shakes
Flocks of ships
Beley no gulls in the world,
Blue sea.
In the city a good look
Again, I can not.
And I go, as in childhood,
In my city, Baku!

You all of gold woven,
And on the slopes of the day
Sunset gold window
Grant me.
At night, the stars fade
From your lights.
And I have no dearer sky,
No native land!