Текст и перевод песни Ozodbek Nazarbekov - Chang Ko'chalar

Chang Ko'chalar

Keng ko'chalar, chang-chang ko'chalar
Yorim keladur oydin kechalar.
Keng ko'chalar, chang-chang ko'chalar
Yorim keladur oydin kechalar.
Gap otadur necha-nechalar,
Gap otadur voy necha-nechalar.
Menga qo'ying yorni akalar eey

Keng ko'chalar, chang-chang ko'chalar
Yorim keladur oydin kechalar eee...

Va'da berib keldi go'zal
Tillari bol, qand-u asal,
Va'da berib keldi go'zal
Tillari bol, qand-u asal ee
Yerga qarab, boshin egib
"Sevaman" deb aytdi go'zal ee

Keng ko'chalar, chang-chang ko'chalar
Yorim keladur oydin kechalar eee...

O'zim boray ostonasiga
Ayta qolay onasiga,
O'zim boray ostonasiga eee
Ayta qolay onasiga...
Rozi bo'lsa onasi eee
To'y yuboray koshonasiga

O'sha oydin keling dedi
"Yor bo'lay" deb aytdi gozal

Keng ko'chalar, chang-chang ko'chalar
Yorim keladur oydin kechalar
Gap otadur necha-nechalar
Gap otadur voy necha-nechalar
Menga qo'ying yorni akalar eee

Keng ko'chalar, chang-chang ko'chalar...
Keng ko'chalar, chang-chang ko'chalar...
Keng ko'chalar...

Wide Streets

Wide streets, dusty wide streets
My beloved is coming on moonlit nights.
Wide streets, dusty wide streets
My beloved is coming on moonlit nights.
There is much talk,
There is much talk.
Make way for me, brothers.

Wide streets, dusty wide streets
My beloved is coming on moonlit nights.

She came, promising beauty
Her tongue was like honey and sugar,
She came, promising beauty
Her tongue was like honey and sugar.
Eyes downcast, head bowed
She said "I love you".

Wide streets, dusty wide streets
My beloved is coming on moonlit nights.

I will go to her doorstep
And speak to her mother,
I will go to her doorstep
And speak to her mother.
If her mother agrees,
I will send wedding presents to her home.

She said she would come that moonlit night
And be my beloved.

Wide streets, dusty wide streets
My beloved is coming on moonlit nights
There is much talk
There is much talk
Make way for me, brothers.

Wide streets, dusty wide streets...
Wide streets, dusty wide streets...
Wide streets...