Dear compatriots, our zealous sisters and brothers!
For thousands of years, our ancestors celebrated the arrival of spring with a thousand wishes and desires, poured their evils, pains and sorrows on water, burned them in fire, and nourished them in a grain of good intentions, calling them heaven. For thousands of years, the pain of defeat and the joy of victory have followed us, and kept us alive to this day. In the festive bonfire, in the Egyptian and Koroglu air, with the memory of Babek and Javidan, we were washed and purified with the blood of martyrs. Traitors, traitors, and executioners could not break us. The souls of Sattar Khan, Khiyabani, Pishavari and all our martyrs are with us. On this dear holiday day, our heroes are in the arms of the winds, in the warmth of the fire, in the purity of the water, in the majesty of the land.
Dear friends! We heartily congratulate you all, All of us, our mother’s lullaby on the mountain, our children with the scent of flower milk, our white birch and white beard, our sisters and brothers on the occasion of Nowruz holiday, and wish you success. May our high torches burn brightly, your waters flow abundantly, May your air be clean, and your land be fertile.
Azerbaijan National Front
Malmö-Sweden, March 21, 2003