Mənim Bakım...

The morning that wakes up in the bosom of the Caspian Sea, The streets are familiar, this wind is the same. Years have come and gone like a mist, My sweetest age remains with you. Again the Old City, again those stones, Old acquaintances come alive in my heart. The first love, the first steps of youth, Every breath, every wall whispers here. (Chorus) My city, oh dear Baku, You are the most beautiful song of my youth. Those pure glances lost in its streets, You are the deepest breath of my life. Somewhere a song is playing again, I am writing you a love letter... My city, my Baku. Those crazy young people walking in Targovi, Again like me, like you. That old swing swinging on the boulevard, Calls us to memory one by one. The wind brings a greeting from the sea, It brings back those carefree days. A trace in every corner, a secret in every turn, Even though time passes, this love does not end. (Chorus) My city, oh dear Baku, You are the most beautiful song of my youth. Those pure glances lost in its streets, You are the deepest breath of my life. Somewhere a song is playing again, I am writing you a love letter... My city, my Baku. Years may have thrown us far away, Each found itself on a different shore. But every dawn that arrives, every setting sun, There is someone else in your arms, Baku. You are not just a city to me, You are my youth, you are my soul! My city, oh dear Baku, You are the most beautiful song of my youth. Those pure glances lost in its streets, You are the deepest breath of my life. Somewhere a song is playing again, This is my love letter to you... My city... My soul is Baku.