Текст и перевод песни Bojalar - Atirgulim

Atirgulim

Atirgulim atring qayga taraladi
Bog′ ichida seni kimlar saraladi
Atirgulim atring qayga taraladi
Bog' ichida seni kimlar saraladi

Bog′ ichida bir suluvga ko'ngil qo'ysam
Suluv qurg′ur dilginamni yaraladi
Bog′ ichida bir suluvga ko'ngil qo′ysam
Suluv qurg'ur dilginamni yaraladi

Atirgulim atring qayga taraladi
Bog′ ichida seni kimlar saraladi
Tuzat o'zing dilginamni yarasini
Ayamagin bo′ylaringni sarasini

Men ham bir bor ko'ngil qo'yib suydim netay
Topolmadim bu sevgini chorasini
Men ham bir bor ko′ngil qo′yib suydim netay
Topolmadim bu sevgini chorasini

Atirgulim atring qayga taraladi
Bog' ichida seni kimlar saraladi
Taqdir desam taqdir shumi sevmay o′lay
Har soniya ishqing bilan kuymay o'lay

O′zing qo'lla endi meni yaratganim
Aro yo′lda sari-sarson bo'lmay o'lay
O′zing qo′lla endi meni yaratganim
Aro yo'lda sari-sarson bo′lmay o'lay

Atirgulim atring qayga taraladi
Bog′ ichida seni kimlar saraladi
Suluv qurg'ur dilginamni yaraladi
Suluv qurg′ur dilginamni yaraladi

Atirgulim

My fragrant Atirgulim, where does your scent drift?
Who has gathered you in the garden?
My fragrant Atirgulim, where does your scent drift?
Who has gathered you in the garden?

I gave my heart to a beauty in the garden,
But the cruel beauty wounded my soul.
I gave my heart to a beauty in the garden,
But the cruel beauty wounded my soul.

My fragrant Atirgulim, where does your scent drift?
Who has gathered you in the garden?
Heal the wound on my soul,
And let your beauty bathe my eyes.

I once loved with all my heart,
But I could not find the cure for this love.
I once loved with all my heart,
But I could not find the cure for this love.

My fragrant Atirgulim, where does your scent drift?
Who has gathered you in the garden?
If fate has determined that I should love without return,
Then let me burn with your love every moment.

You alone created me,
Let me not perish on the path.
You alone created me,
Let me not perish on the path.

My fragrant Atirgulim, where does your scent drift?
Who has gathered you in the garden?
The cruel beauty wounded my soul.
The cruel beauty wounded my soul.