Paroles et traduction Xamdam Sobirov - 20-mart

20-mart

Yigirmanchi mart, yarim kechasi
Uyingni yonida
Chiqishing kutyapman
Derazangdan bir bora qaramasang
Uhlamayman
Ovora bo'lma ketmayman
Yigirmanchi mart ko'rishim shart
Ko'rmasa jinni bo'ladi
Bu telba yurak
Aniq bilaman yarim kechasi
Uxlamaysan
Bilaman kutgansan
Tongacha kutgansan
Yigirma yoshda qora qosh-da
Singlim bilan u kursdosh-da
Hali yosh-da
Sevgilim, hali yosh-da
Yigirma yoshda qora qosh-da
Singlim bilan u dugosh-da
Hali yosh-da
Atirgulim, hali yosh-da
O'n sakkiz yoshingda ham
O'n to'qqiz yoshingda ham
Ortingdan hech qolmadim
Yigirma yoshingda ham
Men bir so'zli yigitman
Sevging bilan tirikman
Rad etmagin
Kechalari, ichimni yeyman
Yigirma yoshda qora qosh-da
Singlim bilan u kursdosh-da
Hali yosh-da
Sevgilim, hali yosh-da
Yigirma yoshda qora qosh-da
Singlim bilan u dugosh-da
Hali yosh-da
Atirgulim, hali yosh-da
Endi ko'zlaringni yoshlama bor
Qo'llaringdan ushlamayman
Bo'ldi yalinmayman
Zokirni gaplari rost
Mingtalab xatlar yoz
Yalinmayman!
Yo'q Kechirmayman!
Yigirma yoshda qora qosh-da
Singlim bilan u kursdosh-da
Hali yosh-da
Sevgilim, hali yosh-da
Yigirma yoshda qora qosh-da
Singlim bilan u dugosh-da
Hali yosh-da
Atirgulim, hali yosh-da

March 20th

Midnight on March 20th
Outside your home
I'm waiting for you to come out
If you don't look out your window just once
I won't sleep
I won't leave without a fight
I have to see you on March 20th
This crazy
Heart
I know for sure, at midnight
You won't be sleeping
I know you're waiting
You've been waiting until dawn
At twenty years old, with dark eyebrows
My sister and she are classmates
She's still young
My love, she's still young
At twenty years old, with dark eyebrows
My sister and she are friends
She's still young
My rose, she's still young
At eighteen
At nineteen
I never left your side
At twenty
I'm a man of few words
I'm alive with your love
Don't reject me
At night, I'm eating my heart out
At twenty years old, with dark eyebrows
My sister and she are classmates
She's still young
My love, she's still young
At twenty years old, with dark eyebrows
My sister and she are friends
She's still young
My rose, she's still young
Now, don't cry anymore
I won't hold your hands
I'll stop bothering you
Zokir's words are true
Write a thousand letters
I won't bother you!
No, I won't forgive you!
At twenty years old, with dark eyebrows
My sister and she are classmates
She's still young
My love, she's still young
At twenty years old, with dark eyebrows
My sister and she are friends
She's still young
My rose, she's still young