Текст и перевод песни Bojalar - Klyosh

Klyosh

Shimimga qarab kulma, asalim,
Ko'p xingir-xingir-xingir
Deb buzmagin asabim, ey jonon.
Zamondan ortda qolgan bo'lsang kerak,
Poshnali poyabzal, katak klyosh,
Sochlarim telpak, chiroyliman.
Hah zo'r
Kiydim klyosh, klyosh, klyosh,
Cho'ntak bo'sh, bo'sh, bo'sh,
Qani xaloyiq, yo'llarimdan po'sh, po'sh.
Yigitning guli kelar,
Qaddi-qomatli qoraqosh.

Qo'limda tanburim, shu barmoqlarim dadil,
Man ting'ir, ting'ir, ting'irni
Boshlayman hozir, beshubha.
Qishlog'ida san'atimni yaxshi ko'rarlar,
Hatto qarsaklar o'rniga
Toshlar ham otib turarlar.

Kiydim klyosh, klyosh, klyosh,
Cho'ntak bo'sh, bo'sh, bo'sh,
Qani xaloyiq, yo'llarimdan po'sh, po'sh.
Yigitning guli kelar,
Qaddi-qomatli qoraqosh.
Qaddi-qomatli qoraqosh.

Dr-lang, dum-dum,
Qani lapardan olaqol endi, dum-dum.
Choponning beliga, nog'oraga gum-gum,
Kel-kel yor, qani raqsim alik.

Mana shu harakatim hali raqsda yangilik,
Bir qiyo boqqin, boshqachaman.
Ha-hu, ko'ngil qo'ygan bo'lsam, ha ko'rgin hozirlik,
E klyosh hurmati, xo'pmi jonim?

Kiydim klyosh, klyosh, klyosh,
Cho'ntak bo'sh, bo'sh, bo'sh,
Qani xaloyiq, yo'llarimdan po'sh, po'sh.
Yigitning guli kelar,
Qaddi-qomatli qoraqosh.
Qaddi-qomatli qoraqosh.

Klyosh

Don't laugh at my skinny figure, my dear,
So much bling-bling-bling
Don't get on my nerves, oh, my precious.
You must be behind the times,
Platform shoes, flared trousers,
My hair in a turban, I'm beautiful.
Oh, yeah
I'm wearing flares, flares, flares,
My pockets are empty, empty, empty,
Hey, folks, get out of my way.
My beloved will come,
Tall with dark hair.

My tambourine in hand, these fingers are bold,
I will begin to play ting-ting-ting,
Without a doubt.
In my village, they love my tunes,
Even the sheep dance instead
Of grazing the stones.

I'm wearing flares, flares, flares,
My pockets are empty, empty, empty,
Hey, folks, get out of my way.
My beloved will come,
Tall with dark hair.
Tall with dark hair.

Drum-lang, boom-boom,
Hey, let's get rowdy now, boom-boom.
To the shepherd's belt, to the drum, boom-boom,
Come on, let's dance.

Hey, this is my new dance move,
Take a look, it's different.
Oh, honey, if I feel like it, you'll see, get ready,
For the sake of my flares, is it okay, sweetie?

I'm wearing flares, flares, flares,
My pockets are empty, empty, empty,
Hey, folks, get out of my way.
My beloved will come,
Tall with dark hair.
Tall with dark hair.