Paroles et traduction Ummon - Yig'lama Yurak

Yig'lama Yurak

Sen bilan o'tgan kunlar o'tmishga aylandi,
Xazon bo'ldi orzular, armonga belandi.
Biz sevgan baxtning kuyi endi yangramaydi,
Tunlari ko'kda porlagan yulduz
Biz uchun nurlar sochmaydi.
Yig'lama yurak, yig'lama osmon,
Endi u hech qaytmaydi, sevishini aytmaydi,
Afsus begumon, hammasi tamom.
O'ylamay deyman, lekin o'ylamay bo'lmaydi,
Sog'inchlar menga qarshi, hech tinim bermaydi.
Yuzlaringdagi kulgu xayoldan ketmaydi,
Endi kimga atalar ekan u,
Aqlimga aslo sig'maydi.
Yig'lama yurak, yig'lama osmon,
Endi u hech qaytmaydi, sevishini aytmaydi,
Afsus begumon, hammasi tamom.
Sensiz kechalardan to'ydim,
Yuragimdan yondim-kuydim.
Armonlaridan, yolg'onlaridan
Sevgini tushunolmay ham qoldim.
Bir bor, bir yo'q bu sevging,
Sarson, bilmaydi yuraging.
Ketma-ket quvonch, ketma-ket azob,
Aqlimga sig'maydi, bo'la olmadik birga nahot?
Yig'lama yurak, yig'lama osmon,
Endi u hech qaytmaydi, sevishini aytmaydi,
Afsus begumon, hammasi tamom.

Weeping Heart

The days spent with you have become a thing of the past,
Dreams have withered, aspirations have gone astray.
The melody of the happiness we shared no longer plays,
The star that once shone brightly in the night sky
No longer shines for us.
Weep not, my heart, weep not, oh heavens,
For she will never return, nor will she speak of love,
Alas, my beloved, it is all over.
I tell myself not to think, but it is impossible,
Longing gnaws at me relentlessly.
The laughter on your face haunts my memory,
Who else do you call your own now?
It is a thought I cannot bear.
Weep not, my heart, weep not, oh heavens,
For she will never return, nor will she speak of love,
Alas, my beloved, it is all over.
I am weary of nights without you,
My heart aches and burns.
From your promises, from your lies,
I have failed to understand love.
Your love is here one moment, gone the next,
Your heart is as fickle as a sparrow.
Joy and sorrow follow each other in quick succession,
Why could we not be together? It is a mystery to me.
Weep not, my heart, weep not, oh heavens,
For she will never return, nor will she speak of love,
Alas, my beloved, it is all over.