Текст и перевод песни Jahongir Otajonov - Ayol (Live)

Ayol (Live)

(O'tsam o'tay, g'urbat shahri-ridan,
Totsam totay, yo'qlik zahri-ridan.)
O'tsam o'tay, g'urbat shahridan,
Totsam totay, yo'qlik zahridan,
Bisotimda bor nomusim haqqi –
Ilohim, asra ayol makridan.
Ayol makridan falak hayrondir,
Falak bo'lganiga pushaymondir.
Shaytonga dars berar insondir,
Ilohim, asra ayol makridan.
Ayolning avval hayosi bo'lsin,
O'ziga, qadriga vafosi bo'lsin,
So'ng mayli, nomardga da'vosi bo'lsin,
Ilohim, asra ayol makridan.
Asra ayol makridan-ey
Hamda uning zahridan,
Bisotimda bor nomusim haqqi –
Ilohim, asra ayol makridan.
Tan bersa, umrbod yuzing qarodir,
Har ne qilsang, ko'ngling yarodir,
Kuning g'am, yo'ling do'zax arodir,
Ilohim, asra ayol makridan.
Ayolning avval hayosi bo'lsin,
O'ziga, qadriga vafosi bo'lsin,
So'ng mayli, nomardga da'vosi bo'lsin,
Ilohim, asra ayol makridan.
Ayol makridan falak hayrondir,
Falak bo'lganiga pushaymondir.
Shaytonga dars berar insondir,
Ilohim, asra ayol makridan.
(Bom, dili, bom-bom,
O'ylab ko'rsang yomon,
Shirin so'z ham
Tashlab ketar, do'stim.
Uning ko'k ko'zi,
Maftun qildi o'zi,
Gar ketmoqchi bo'lsam,
So'z ochadi o'zi.)
Asra ayol makridan-ey
Hamda uning zahridan,
Bisotimda bor nomusim haqqi –
Ilohim, asra ayol makridan.
O'tsam o'tay, g'urbat shahridan,
Totsam totay, yo'qlik zahridan,
Bisotimda bor nomusim haqqi –
Ilohim, asra ayol makridan.

Woman (Live)

(Father's gone, foreign land's sorrow,
May I not forget, absence's poison.)
Father's gone, foreign land's sorrow,
May I not forget, absence's poison,
In my bosom is my honor's dues –
God, save from woman's tricks.
From woman's tricks the heavens are astounded,
The heavens repent their creation.
She is a lesson for the Devil,
God, save from woman's tricks.
A woman's first virtue should be modesty,
Loyalty to herself, to her worth,
Only then, should she claim the libertine,
God, save from woman's tricks.
Save from woman's tricks-hey
And from her venom,
In my bosom is my honor's dues –
God, save from woman's tricks.
If she yields, your face blackens forever,
Whatever you do, your heart will burn,
Your days in sorrow, your path hell's torment,
God, save from woman's tricks.
A woman's first virtue should be modesty,
Loyalty to herself, to her worth,
Only then, should she claim the libertine,
God, save from woman's tricks.
From woman's tricks the heavens are astounded,
The heavens repent their creation.
She is a lesson for the Devil,
God, save from woman's tricks.
(Boom, boom-boom,
If you think, it's bad,
Sweet words too
She'll cast away, my friend.
Her blue eyes,
Enchanted she,
If I were to leave,
She'd open her mouth.)
Save from woman's tricks-hey
And from her venom,
In my bosom is my honor's dues –
God, save from woman's tricks.
Father's gone, foreign land's sorrow,
May I not forget, absence's poison,
In my bosom is my honor's dues –
God, save from woman's tricks.