Hello!
My hair wrestles with wind.
I am idle without home, country.
What am I doing here? Even I dunno
I didn't know from where I came
I wonder, where I am going.
My age also wrestles with time.
I am growing , my poor mom too.
People stay between two hands
I didn't know, how to pass years.
I wonder how to pass, I dunno.
The memories hang from neckband
I am passing to next city with forgeting
I wonder, at where the good days stray
Never comes near to our side
The time is so terrific guess
Neither catch nor compete
When just turn back , you see that
We called living to passing days
Living ...what kind of living ?
There is neither greenness nor sea without defence.
I swear The Caspian is poor too.
One says lake , another says sea.
It looks like us , neither go to ocean nor can part among near to it.
Baku is poor too