Paroles et traduction Mekan Atayev - Ey owadan ay

Ey owadan ay

Eý owadan aý yzyña garaý
Baglama meni birja seredäý
Ýakar ataşyñ beýle gynamaý
Bagtyma meniñ sensiñ dogan aý

Eý owadan aý yzyña garaý
Baglama meni birja seredäý
Ýakar ataşyñ beýle gynamaý
Bagtyma meniñ sensiñ dogan aý

Gözlem düşdi bir güle
Ýürek urdy tapman şol diýe
Meni baglap gitdi dumana
Gelip alsyn ellermi ele

Mahmal geýinen boýu çynar
Ýürek utdy tapman bikarar
Sataşanda aldy ele erkimi
Bezap nurly aý deý görküni

Eý owadan aý yzyña garaý
Baglama meni birja seredäý
Ýakar ataşyñ beýle gynamaý
Bagtyma meniñ sensiñ dogan aý

Eý owadan aý yzyña garaý
Baglama meni birja seredäý
Ýakar ataşyñ beýle gynamaý
Bagtyma meniñ sensiñ dogan aý

Durgyz diýsem seredenok
Gözüm başga bagty görenok
Şoña kalbym berdim ynananok
Maña syrly bakyşdan doýomok

Mahmal geýinen boýu çynar
Ýürek utdy tapman bikarar
Sataşanda aldy ele erkimi
Bezap nurly aý deý görküni

Eý owadan aý
Yzyña garaý
Ýakar ataşyñ
Beýle gynamaý gynamaý

Eý owadan aý yzyña garaý
Baglama meni birja seredäý
Ýakar ataşyñ beýle gynamaý
Bagtyma meniñ sensiñ dogan aý

Eý owadan aý yzyña garaý
Baglama meni birja seredäý
Ýakar ataşyñ beýle gynamaý
Bagtyma meniñ sensiñ dogan aý

Eý owadan aý

Oh, Beautiful Moon

Oh, beautiful moon, I look into your face,
Don't tie me to another place.
Your burning fire, don't torture me so,
You are my happiness, my kindred moon, you know.

Oh, beautiful moon, I look into your face,
Don't tie me to another place.
Your burning fire, don't torture me so,
You are my happiness, my kindred moon, you know.

My gaze fell upon a rose,
My heart beat, finding no repose.
It bound me, led me into a haze,
May she come and take my hand in a loving daze.

Dressed in velvet, with a stature so tall,
My heart surrendered, restless in its thrall.
When I stumbled, she took my hand with grace,
Like a moonbeam bright, her beautiful face.

Oh, beautiful moon, I look into your face,
Don't tie me to another place.
Your burning fire, don't torture me so,
You are my happiness, my kindred moon, you know.

Oh, beautiful moon, I look into your face,
Don't tie me to another place.
Your burning fire, don't torture me so,
You are my happiness, my kindred moon, you know.

If I tell you to stop, you don't understand,
My eyes see another kind of happiness at hand.
To her I've given my heart, believe it's true,
I'm never tired of her mysterious view.

Dressed in velvet, with a stature so tall,
My heart surrendered, restless in its thrall.
When I stumbled, she took my hand with grace,
Like a moonbeam bright, her beautiful face.

Oh, beautiful moon,
I look into your face,
Your burning fire,
Don't torture me so, torture me so.

Oh, beautiful moon, I look into your face,
Don't tie me to another place.
Your burning fire, don't torture me so,
You are my happiness, my kindred moon, you know.

Oh, beautiful moon, I look into your face,
Don't tie me to another place.
Your burning fire, don't torture me so,
You are my happiness, my kindred moon, you know.

Oh, beautiful moon