Beautiful Garden...

My Motherland, what`s the meaning behind you,
Mountains, lakes or identity, may be?
That has been sleeping so deeply inside us,
Now it`s awakened in adults and babies...

History, culture and values we`re keeping,
Ancestors, worshiping fire and all nature,
Could you imagine civilians weeping?
History tells truth, not myths or adventures...

Atropatene, Caucasian Albania,
Could you imagine, the goddess Umay,
That killing mothers became once a mania,
In Khojaly in the cold and dark night?

Beautiful Garden and its crystal rivers,
Were occupied once and settled by those
Who are considered both raiders and killers,
Full of desires to cut off every rose...

Blood was then flowing instead of the rivers,
Beautiful Garden became a dark place,
Suffering from all the actions of sinners,
Missing its roses that were once displaced...

It was a crime we will never forget,
Four resolutions were then violated,
Those who break rules, must be punished, regret,
All those offenders must be isolated...

My Motherland, all your roses got strong,
Now they have thorns and intentions are serious,
They will give back all the lands that belong,
To all of them who could learn from experience...

My Motherland, I am proud of your roses,
Soldiers and mothers who could bring them up,
Everything has its effects and its causes,
Flag in that Garden will soon get raised up!