Paroles et traduction Sardor Mamadaliyev - Yigit Nolasi

Yigit Nolasi

Сардор Мамадалиев

Ollohim, ko′zini to'q qil yigitning,
Bir nafs yo′lida ming ko'yga solma.
Berguvchi o'zingsan, olguvchi o′zing,
Otini olsang ham, omadin olma.
Ko′ngilning tubini ko'zgu ko′rsatmas,
Qizargan yigitni ko'zguga solma.
Ollohim, omad ber har bir yigitga,
Otini olsang ham, omadin olma.
Yayrasa yarashar yigit zotiga,
Quvonch ila yursin, duodan tolma.
Tog′ni talqon qilsin elning korida,
Sochlari oqarmay qomatin olma. {}
Ko'ngilning tubini ko′zgu ko'rsatmas,
Qizargan yigitni ko'zguga solma.
Ollohim, omad ber har bir yigitga,
Otini olsang ham, omadin olma. {}
Muhabbat merosdir Odam Atodan,
Momo Havolarim qayg′uga solma.
Sevilib yashasin, sevib yashasin,
Jonini olsang ham, janonin olma. {}
Har farzand umrning uzun yo′lidir,
O'zbegim beshigi, sira bo′sh qolma.
Yigit tizzasiga o'gli o′tirsin,
Elga mardlar kerak, polvonin olma. {}
Ollohim, ko'zini to′q qil yigitning,
Bir nafsi yo'lida ming ko'yga solma.
Berguvchi o′zingsan, olguvchi o′zing,
Borini olsang ham, omadin olma. {}
Jonini olsang ham janonin olma,
Sochlari oqarmay qomatin olma.

Brave Man

Sardor Mamadaliyev

Oh my God, make the man's eyes clear,
Do not put him in the way of a thousand sheep for one breath.
You are the giver, you are the taker,
Even if you take his horse, do not take his luck.
Do not let the mirror show the depth of the heart,
Do not put the blushing man in front of the mirror.
Oh my God, give luck to every man,
Even if you take his horse, do not take his luck.
Archery suits the nature of a man,
May he walk with joy, filled with prayers.
May he crush the mountain in front of the people,
May he not grow old and lose his stature. {}
Do not let the mirror show the depth of the heart,
Do not put the blushing man in front of the mirror.
Oh my God, give luck to every man,
Even if you take his horse, do not take his luck. {}
Love is an inheritance from Adam and Eve,
Do not put my Adam and Eve in sorrow.
May they live in love, may they live in love,
Even if you take his life, do not take his beloved. {}
Every child is a long road of life,
The cradle of my Uzbek, do not leave the row empty.
May a son sit on the lap of a man,
The nation needs men, not heroes. {}
Oh my God, make the man's eyes clear,
Do not put him in the way of a thousand sheep for one breath.
You are the giver, you are the taker,
Even if you take his horse, do not take his luck. {}
Even if you take his life, do not take his beloved,
May he not grow old and lose his stature.