Текст и перевод песни Oybek Ahmedov - Man Ko'changdan O'taman

Man Ko'changdan O'taman

Man ko′changdan o'taman gul ko′tarib ham yo'talib
Man ko'changdan o′taman, gul ko′tarib ham yo'talib
Gar mani sevsang agar chiqqin chelakni ko′tarib
Gar mani sevsang agar chiqqin chelakni ko'tarib

Man ko′changdan o'taman, gul ko′tarib ham yo'talib
Man ko'changdan o′taman, gul ko′tarib ham yo'talib
Gar mani sevsang agar, chiqqin chelakni ko′tarib
Gar mani sevsang agar, chiqqin chelakni ko'tarib

Olma olib olay sani, tillo va′dalaring qani?
Olma olib olay sani, bergan va'dalaring qani?
Bo′ylaringdan o'rgilay, bunchalar kuydirmagin mani
Bo'ylaringdan o′rgilay, bunchalar kuydirmagin mani

Olmani oqi bilan, yonida yaprog′i bilan
Olmani oqi bilan, yonida yaprog'i bilan
Mani yorim xat yozadi, kichkina barmog′i bilan
Mani yorim xat yozadi, kichkina barmog'i bilan

Voy Zubayda mayda-mayda-mayda
Voydod Zubayda sochlari mayda-mayda
Voy Zubayda mayda-mayda-mayda
Voydod Zubayda sochlari mayda-mayda

Man ko′changdan o'taman gul ko′tarib ham yo'talib
Man ko'changdan o′taman gul ko′tarib ham yo'talib
Gar mani sevsang agar chiqqin chelakni ko′tarib
Gar mani sevsang agar chiqqin chelakni ko'tarib

Olma olib olay sani, tillo va′dalaring qani?
Olma olib olay sani, bergan va'dalaring qani?
Bo′ylaringdan o'rgilay, bunchalar kuydirmagin mani
Bo'ylaringdan o′rgilay, bunchalar kuydirmagin mani

Olmani oqi bilan, yonida yaprog′i bilan
Olmani oqi bilan, yonida yaprog'i bilan
Mani yorim xat yozadi, kichkina barmog′i bilan
Mani yorim xat yozadi, kichkina barmog'i bilan

I Walked By Your Street

I walked by your street and kept glancing back at the flower
I walked by your street, kept glancing back at the flower
If you love me, come out carrying the bucket
If you love me, come out and carry the bucket

I walked by your street and kept glancing back at the flower
I walked by your street, kept glancing back at the flower
If you love me, come out and carry the bucket
If you love me, come out and carry the bucket

With the apple, I'll keep you; where are your golden promises?
With the apple, I'll keep you; where are your given promises?
Your height will make me weave; don't burn me with those curls
Your height will make me weave; don't burn me with those curls

With the apple's juice, with the leaves beside it
With the apple's juice, with the leaves beside it
My love writes me a letter with her tiny finger
My love writes me a letter with her tiny finger

Oh Zubayda, small-small-small
Oh Zubayda, your hair is small-small
Oh Zubayda, small small-small
Oh Zubayda, your hair is small-small

I walked by your street and kept glancing back at the flower
I walked by your street, kept glancing back at the flower
If you love me, come out and carry the bucket
If you love me, come out and carry the bucket

With the apple, I'll keep you; where are your golden promises?
With the apple, I'll keep you; where are your given promises?
Your height will make me weave; don't burn me with those curls
Your height will make me weave; don't burn me with those curls

With the apple's juice, with the leaves beside it
With the apple's juice, with the leaves beside it
My love writes me a letter with her tiny finger
My love writes me a letter with her tiny finger