Music by Vladimir Ragimov
          Lyrics by George Gordon Byron

'ADIEU, adieu! my native shore 
Fades o'er the waters blue; 
The Night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, 
And shrieks the wild sea-mew. 
Yon Sun that sets upon the sea 
We follow in his flight; 
Farewell awhile to him and thee, 
My native Land -- Good Night!

'A few short hours and He will rise 
To give the Morrow birth; 
And I shall hail the main and skies, 
But not my mother Earth. 
Deserted is my own good hall, 
Its hearth is desolate; 
Wild weeds are gathering on the wall; 
My dog howls at the gate.

'With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go 
Athwart the foaming brine; 
Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, 
So not again to mine. 
Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves! 
And when you fail my sight, 
Welcome ye deserts, and ye caves! 
My native land -- Good Night!' 

1981, Baku