Paroles et traduction Botir Qodirov - Yig'latur

Yig'latur

Hey, qiynadi bu ishq meni,
Tun kechalar zor yig'latur.
Ayta olmayman, netay,
Ham nomusu or yig'latur.

Ushshog'u segoh mening
Ruhimni sel qilg'ay yana,
Bo'ldi, bas, deyman,
Quloq solmay yana tor yig'latur.

Bo'ldi, bas, deyman,
Quloq solmay yana tor yig'latur.

Ba'zida aylab tavoze,
Qilsalar ko'p muhtaram,
Bu ulug' jonimni shu
Qilmay biror kor yig'latur.

Gul desam, yonishi yo'q,
Bulbul desam, xonishi yo'q,
Bu latif ruhimni aylab
Bunchalar xor yig'latur.

Bu latif ruhimni aylab
Bunchalar xor yig'latur.

Ko'zlarimda shoshqatordur
Yoshlarim yo'lga qarab,
Yo'qlamay man telbani
Ahdu-hushi bor yig'latur.

Qiynadi bu ishq meni,
Tun kechalar zor yig'latur.
Ayta olmayman, netay,
Ham nomusu or yig'latur.

Hajr o'tida kuydirib,
Ishqi o'tida yondirib,
Ne sababdin, bilmadim,
Ko'nglimni ra'no yig'latur.

Qiynadi bu ishq meni, {}
Tun kechalar zor yig'latur.
Ayta olmayman, netay,
Ham nomusu or yig'latur.

Ayta olmayman, netay,
Ham nomusu or yig'latur.

Makes me cry

Hey, this love has tortured me,
It makes me cry at night.
I can't say, what can I do,
My pride and honor also make me cry.

My longing for you, my love,
Will again turn my soul into a torrent,
Enough, I say,
It doesn't listen and makes me cry again.

Enough, I say,
It doesn't listen and makes me cry again.

Sometimes, with humility,
If they make me very respectable,
This noble soul of mine,
It doesn't do anything, it makes me cry.

If I call it a flower, it has no scent,
If I call it a nightingale, it doesn't sing,
This delicate soul of mine,
It makes me cry so much.

This delicate soul of mine,
It makes me cry so much.

In my eyes, tears rush,
My tears are looking towards the road,
Not asking about my heart,
The vow and trust make me cry.

This love has tortured me,
It makes me cry at night.
I can't say, what can I do,
My pride and honor also make me cry.

Burning in the fire of separation,
Burning in the fire of love,
For what reason, I don't know,
It makes my heart happy.

This love has tortured me, {}
It makes me cry at night.
I can't say, what can I do,
My pride and honor also make me cry.

I can't say, what can I do,
My pride and honor also make me cry.