Paroles et traduction Setora - Ajdodlar Ruhi

Ajdodlar Ruhi

Dovonlar osha o′zib g'animlar kelar to′zib
Qilichdan o'tib har jon, ariqlardan oqdi qon
Tinch yering bo'ldi vayron, yovlarga to′ldi har yon

Tinchlik bermadi senga xalqning ohu-fig′oni
Qaddingni bukmay bording elimning mard o'g′loni
Kurashding g'anim bilan chiqquncha qora joni
Olishding g′anim bilan chiqquncha qora joni

Bor, begunoh xalqing faryodi, azobli go'dak nolasi
Bor, sen uchun qalqon bo′lguvchi zabardast farzandlaring bor
Bor, ona tuprog'ing bag'rida asrlar uzra beg′ubor
Ajdodlar ruhi madadkor, zafar senga bo′ldi yor

Tomiringdan oqadi sadoqat, vafo qoni
Qalbingdan o'chmas sening xo′rlangan ayol dodi
Adovating bor sening, sendan xalqing umidi

Mangu zulmatga ketar ayanch, qayg'uli kunlar
Batamom o′tmas endi, biz tomon vaxshiy yovlar
Tabarruk ona yerim bag'rida yayrar elim
Tabarruk ona yerim bag′rida yayrar elim

Bor, begunoh xalqing faryodi, azobli go'dak nolasi
Bor, sen uchun qalqon bo'lguvchi zabardast farzandlaring bor
Bor, ona tuprog′ing bag′rida asrlar uzra beg'ubor
Ajdodlar ruhi madadkor, zafar senga bo′ldi yor

Bor, begunoh xalqing faryodi, azobli go'dak nolasi
Bor, sen uchun qalqon bo′lguvchi zabardast farzandlaring bor
Bor, ona tuprog'ing bag′rida asrlar uzra beg'ubor
Ajdodlar ruhi madadkor, zafar senga bo'ldi yor

Zabardast farzandlaring bor!

The Spirit of the Ancestors

Across the mountains and valleys, they came upon us
Swords clashed and blood flowed through our streets
Your peaceful land was ravaged, enemies filled every corner

Your people's cries and wails did not bring you peace
You stood tall and fought, my brave son of the nation
You fought the enemy until your last breath
You took the enemy with you

Go, the cries of your innocent people, the wail of suffering children
Go, your valiant children stand as a shield for you
Go, in the bosom of your motherland, unblemished for centuries
The spirit of the ancestors will aid you, victory is yours

Your veins flow with loyalty and devotion
Your heart burns with the cries of your oppressed women
Your people have placed their hopes in you

The darkness of tyranny and sorrow will end
The savage hordes will never return to our lands
Our nation will flourish in the bosom of our sacred homeland
Our nation will flourish in the bosom of our sacred homeland

Go, the cries of your innocent people, the wail of suffering children
Go, your valiant children stand as a shield for you
Go, in the bosom of your motherland, unblemished for centuries
The spirit of the ancestors will aid you, victory is yours

Go, the cries of your innocent people, the wail of suffering children
Go, your valiant children stand as a shield for you
Go, in the bosom of your motherland, unblemished for centuries
The spirit of the ancestors will aid you, victory is yours

Your valiant children stand with you!