Torpaqdan Ev [English translation]

(Chorus)

Carnations will not be even anymore, Karabagh 1

Cold winter is over, Summer is at the horizon, Karabagh

Tell me if there is anyone in the world to match your beauty, Karabagh

Not even inch of our land can be a gift to the enemy, Karabagh

(Verse 1)

Hi, soldier! It is the motherland speaking,

Thank you for existing!

You should know,

In a house where the foundation is nation, you are the wall,

You are a son, you are a father,

You are a brother, you are a lover,

Knew you would come,

You’ve been all alone for 30 years,

The Fearless are going to war,

They go to infinite lands,

Comrade gives an order,

Cries the troop “HERE!”

Kids who ran in snow in February of ‘92

Melted in ice

Grew up to be a wolf

Now the fearless go to war

“"Dəyirman - Ya Qarabağ, ya Ölüm"

"Kor Zabit", "Okaber - Taboo"

"Guantanamero", "Marş"

"İgid Əsgər - Şəmistan" ringin in their ears

I would sacrifice my own life for you

Wish you were Gülüstan

Swim, get wet in the tears of worried mother

I would kiss your hands dear mother

Wish revolt in your heart ended

Sun should rise in your face

Ends infite shower

As your son ended the parting

Look how many people are returning home

(Chorus)

Carnations will not be even anymore, Karabagh

Cold winter is over, Summer is at the horizon, Karabagh

Tell me if there is anyone in the world to match your beauty, Karabagh

Not even inch of our land can be a gift to the enemy, Karabagh

Carnations will not be even anymore, Karabagh

Cold winter is over, Summer is at the horizon, Karabagh

Tell me if there is anyone in the world to match your beauty, Karabagh

Not even inch of our land can be a gift to the enemy, Karabagh

(Verse 2)

Martyrs’ mothers should forgive our victory

Souls are happy when enemy is defeated

Your single tear is worth our whole life

We have the key to the good, our bad cell is now opening

My conscience won’t let me

To call you on war while being far far away

It is easy to write songs from warm room

But my justice voice won’t let me

Write “stop the war”

Your gun is worth more than a room and a cold land

Volunteer teeens are on the street

Undefeated army is on our side

This war needs an ending worthy of Mubariz’s name

So glad you existed, Chingiz

This history started with you

Nobody on front line says things

Like “Come back, what is wrong with you?”

Battle starts, desks get empty, discussions end

Let’s take care of our lands which lhas suffered from longing

Listen up, Karabagh

Your kids are returning home

(Chorus)

Carnations will not be even anymore, Karabagh

Cold winter is over, Summer is at the horizon, Karabagh

Tell me if there is anyone in the world to match your beauty, Karabagh

Not even inch of our land can be a gift to the enemy, Karabagh

Carnations will not be even anymore, Karabagh

Cold winter is over, Summer is at the horizon, Karabagh

Tell me if there is anyone in the world to match your beauty, Karabagh

Not even inch of our land can be a gift to the enemy, Karabagh

1. Even carnation means mourning