Take care of your native home, pour water for your guests
Just think how many old mothers we have
They send their children to the front in tears
It's all the fault of the inseparable Karabakh
Take care of your native home, pour water for your guests
Just think how many old mothers we have
They send their children to the front in tears
It's all the fault of the inseparable Karabakh
Well, who needs a war? No one, of course
These bullets, these warriors after kom
Mother suffers at home after son's funeral
Where do we look, brothers, when we kill souls?
Who do we serve, who do we lie to?
Aren't you afraid to die taking someone else's life?
Better repent-warrior, brother-stop
If your family is attacked, shoot at point-blank range, brother
If it's unavoidable, it's not your fault
Warn us from the evil one, ye
Not a few fascists have divorced, wherever you look
To teach them a lesson, believe me, brother, I myself would be happy
No, there's nothing to be happy about
If you forgive, it will only hurt him more
How nice it would be to lay down your weapons now
So that there is no warrior, because everything depends only on us
We are to blame for choosing our own path
Remember - it's either them or you
Take care of your native home, pour water for your guests
Just think how many old mothers we have
They send their children to the front in tears
It's all the fault of the inseparable Karabakh
Take care of your native home, pour water for your guests
Just think how many old mothers we have
They send their children to the front in tears
It's all the fault of the inseparable Karabakh
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