Coordinates: 41°05′36″N 45°21′58″E / 41.09333°N 45.36611°E / 41.09333; 45.36611
Qazax (also known as Gazakh or Qazakh) is a city in and the capital of the Qazax Rayon of Azerbaijan. It has a population of 20,900.
In the 18th century, Qazax was the capital of the Qazax sultanate. During Russian Empire, city was the administrative center of the Gazakh uezd of Elisabethpol Governorate, 10 km from the Ağstafa station of Transcaucasus Railway. Since 1930, Qazax became the administrative center of the Qazax Rayon of Azerbaijan.
The economy of Qazax is partially agricultural, partially tourism-based, with some industries in operation.
The city has one professional football team, Göyazan Qazakh, currently competing in the second-flight of Azerbaijani football, the Azerbaijan First Division.
Qazakh has a large urban transport system, mostly managed by the Ministry of Transportation.
Some of the city's many prestigious residents include: poets Samad Vurgun, Molla Panah Vagif, Mirvarid Dilbazi and Nusrat Kasamanli, scholar Molla Vali Vidadi, lieutenant-general of the Russian imperial army Ali-Agha Shikhlinski, writer Ismayil Shykhly and wrestler Hasan Aliyev.
RADIO STATION | GENRE | LOCATION |
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RFE/RL Azeri | News Talk,News | Azerbaijan |
Lider FM | Varied | Azerbaijan |
MediaFM 105.5 | Top 40 | Azerbaijan |
VOA Azerbaijan | News Talk,News | Azerbaijan |
Radio Antenn 101 FM | Varied | Azerbaijan |
Turn your eyes to me
I am watching every move you make
What should I wear today on my sleeve?
And let's take a step and move away
Underground is where we'll stay for a while
And I will mix my tongue with strings and drums
And give my soul away
Can you hear them come?
Strings and drums
And you're my mystery
You are always at my fingertips
Without you, I'm just bones and skin
And I will lick your cuts and be your bruise
Until I fade from deepest blue into white
And I will mix my tongue with strings and drums
And give my soul away
Can you hear them come?
Strings and drums
And I will change my words from nouns to verbs
And never be ashamed
Can you hear them come?
Strings and drums
And I am writing myself clean
And I am selling myself cheap
And I am aching for a touch or a taste
And I'm aching, aching, aching now
I'm holding, holding, holding out
I'm calling, calling, calling out to you
And I will mix my tongue with strings and drums
And give my soul away
Can you hear them come?
Strings and drums
And I will mix my tongue with strings and drums
And give my soul away
Can you hear them come?
Strings and drums
And I will change my words from nouns to verbs
And never be ashamed
Can you hear them come?
Strings and drums.