Faytonçu - Nazim Faytonçu traduction en anglais

Faytonçu

Haradadır Bakımızın o köhnə küçələri
Fayton dolaşan döngələri?
Faytonçunu gəzirəm, axtarıram hey onu
Görüb deyim, saxla faytonu

Deyim ona, sür yenə öz köhnə Bakımıza
Qayıt o gənclik vaxtımıza
Köhnə dostum, tələsmə, yox daha o dost-tanış
Darıxmışam, Bakıdan danış

Faytonçu, yadındamı Bakımızın bulvarı
Kafe Sadkosu, Gilavarı?
De, görüm, yadındamı necə hər axşam çağı
Qaynayar Malakan bağı?
Faytonçu, yuxu kimi gəlir mənə o günlər
Nə tez uçdu ömürdən illər
Faytonçu, yuxu kimi gəlir mənə o günlər
Nə tez uçdu ömürdən illər

Haradadır Bakımız o köhnə faytonları
Bir də o illərin dostları?
Məhləmizdən keçəndə səsləyərdik biz onu
"Ey faytonçu, saxla faytonu"
Sürdürərdik bulvara, Basinə, Çadrovıya
Oradan enərdik Tarqovıya
Küçələrdə uşaqlar qaçardı ayaqyalın
Arxasınca o faytonların

Faytonçu, yadındamı Bakımızın bulvarı
Kafe Sadkosu, Gilavarı?
De, görüm, yadındamı necə hər axşam çağı
Qaynayar Malakan bağı?

Faytonçu, yuxu kimi gəlir mənə o günlər
Nə tez uçdu ömürdən illər
Faytonçu, yuxu kimi gəlir mənə o günlər
Nə tez uçdu ömürdən illər

Faytonçu yadındamı Bakının Kubinkası
Adlı-sanlı Şamaxinkası
De, görüm, yadındamı Sovetskinin tramvayı
Minib-düşərdik pulsuz, havayı

Faytonçu, qovma dostumu
Asta-asta bir az sür
Onsuz da ömürdən illər ötür
Ömrümüzün faytonu aparsa da bizləri
Keçmişimizin qalıb izləri

Faytonçu, yuxu kimi gəlir mənə o günlər
Nə tez uçdu ömürdən illər
Faytonçu, yuxu kimi gəlir mənə o günlər
Nə tez uçdu ömürdən illər

The Coachman

Where are those old streets of our Baku, my love?
The circles where the carriages used to roam?
I'm looking for the coachman, searching for him high and low,
To tell him, "Wait, hold on to your carriage, don't let go."

I'll tell him, "Drive again through our old Baku, my dear,"
Return us to the days of our youth, so full of cheer.
Old friend, don't rush, those friends and acquaintances are no more,
I miss them, tell me stories of Baku's golden shore.

Coachman, do you remember Baku's boulevard, my sweet?
Cafe Sadko, Gilavar, where our hearts would meet?
Tell me, do you remember how every evening's light,
Would see the Malakan Garden bustling with delight?
Coachman, those days come to me like a dream, a fleeting sight,
How quickly the years have flown, taking flight.
Coachman, those days come to me like a dream, a fading gleam,
How quickly the years have flown, like a rushing stream.

Where are those old carriages of our Baku, my dear?
And the friends of those bygone years, so far and near?
We used to call out to him as he passed through our street,
"Hey coachman, wait, hold on to your carriage, let's meet!"
We'd ride to the boulevard, to Basino, to Chadrovi,
And from there, we'd descend to Targovi.
Children would run barefoot in the streets, so free,
Chasing after those carriages, full of glee.

Coachman, do you remember Baku's boulevard, my sweet?
Cafe Sadko, Gilavar, where our hearts would meet?
Tell me, do you remember how every evening's light,
Would see the Malakan Garden bustling with delight?

Coachman, those days come to me like a dream, a fleeting sight,
How quickly the years have flown, taking flight.
Coachman, those days come to me like a dream, a fading gleam,
How quickly the years have flown, like a rushing stream.

Coachman, do you remember Baku's Kubinka, my dear?
And the famous Shamakhinka, so full of cheer?
Tell me, do you remember Sovetsky's tram so grand,
We'd hop on and off for free, across the land.

Coachman, don't chase away my friend, so dear,
Drive slowly, just a little while, my near.
The years are passing by, it's clear,
Even if life's carriage carries us away, my dear,
The traces of our past remain, so near.

Coachman, those days come to me like a dream, a fleeting sight,
How quickly the years have flown, taking flight.
Coachman, those days come to me like a dream, a fading gleam,
How quickly the years have flown, like a rushing stream.