Dear Shusha, you are ours forever
Dear Shusha, this morning was another morning! You are very happy this morning, because you are free, you are ours! We are back, we have not arrived! How did you persevere, how did you endure the years without us? Blood cried "Kharibulbulun", "Cidir plain"! This morning was very painful and bitter for you that year. The killers killed many people in the streets and reached out to the children. You were helpless and helpless and reconciled with your bitter fate. It was as if you were lonely, ownerless, wingless and wounded bird. No, hey, your eyes were on the road, you were looking for the owner to free me from this trouble. But, unfortunately, for many years we could not find you until we gathered strength, we missed you. During these years, our Steels, Fighters, Farid, Gabriels, Elvin, Our heroes and heroines have grown up and are ready to take you from the hands of murderers. This arrival was such an arrival that the enemy shook and made a noise to the whole world. With this arrival you were always free. Now you know how "Kharibulbul" rejoices. Because he feels the breath of his zealous sons and daughters. In your way, those sons sacrificed their lives, crossed impassable roads, ascended to the highest peak. Shusham liberated you at the cost of their lives. Now we are all from Karabakh, Shusha, because our hearts beat with you, we are proud of you! Shusham, that magnificent festival that you will soon miss, that yalli dance, all our traditions are on our plains!
