Our Village It doesn't rain, cane doesn't grow Water buffaloes crawl of hunger as do I Grey-eyed looks want grass and barley They say that if you don't give, we'll run away to city What's there in the city, hey, sheep? The forests have been ransacked, my stove doesn't have wood, The hamlets have been destroyed, my hamlet doesn't have its hamlet. My great grandfather's grave is in this place. It has flowers around it, what's there in the city? Out village has its cow, what's there in the city? There is a nice cow here, what's there in the city? I'm riding a donkey, I don't care about a Jeep. If I don't have a shirvan, I don't care about my pocket. My room is made of chaff, I don't care about a house. I won't leave my hamlet and go to the city. Hey, what's there in the city? If my donkey dies because of lack of clover and from sorrow, If my cow runs away from the stable of hunger. If there's only a goat, a sheep and myself left. I won't leave my village and go to the city. Hey, what's there in the city? _____ From the CD: "Leyla va Dayirman" Produced by VVS, 2000 Store - Music: CD of Leyla va Dayirman group Translated into English by Gulnar Aydamirova Put in the Web by Farida Sadikhova Back to Music Index Home | About Azeri | Learn Azeri | Arabic Script | Contact us © Azerbaijan International. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved.