Nakhchivan

Nakhchivan, the land of rich history,

A place of beauty, where the spirits be,

With rolling hills, and crystal streams,

It's a land of wonder, in a world so mean.

From ancient times, to the modern age,

Nakhchivan's spirit, has always sage,

With a people proud, and a land so grand,

It's a place of peace, in a world so bland.

From the city of Nakhchivan, to the hills so steep,

The land is full of wonder, and memories to keep,

With its ancient ruins, and monuments of pride,

Nakhchivan's legacy, will never subside.

Oh, Nakhchivan, a place of grace,

With a heart of gold, and a smile on its face,

A symbol of peace, in a world so harsh,

It's a land of hope, in a world so scarred.

So here's to you, Nakhchivan, the land of dreams,

A place of beauty, and a place that beams,

With pride and grace, and a spirit so bright,

Nakhchivan, you'll always be a shining light.