Goodbye Baku; I won't see you again.
Now grief and fear possess my soul.
The heart beneath my hand is close
And sick; I feel more strongly the simple word, Friend.
Goodbye Baku, and goodbye Turkish blue!
The blood grows cool, powers weaken.
But I will carry to the grave, like happiness,
The Caspian waters and May in Balakhar.
Goodbye Baku! Goodbye, a simple song,
For the last time I embrace my friend.
Would that his head like a golden rose
Beckoned me onward in the lilac smoke.