Текст и перевод песни Ozodbek Nazarbekov - Uqubat

Uqubat

Uqubat solib boshlariga shayton sozini chalar
Cho'milar ko'z yoshlariga nafsiga qul kimsalar
Uqubat solib boshlariga shayton sozini chalar
Cho'milar ko'z yoshlariga nafsiga qul kimsalar
Dardlari pul kimsalar (dardlari pul kimsalar)
Hech qachon rost so'zlamas
Ezgulikni ko'zlamas
Yurt sha'nini o'ylamas
Nafsiga qul kimsalar
Dardlari pul kimsalar
Uqubat solib boshlariga shayton sozini chalar
Cho'milar ko'z yoshlariga nafsiga qul kimsalar
Dardlari pul kimsalar (dardlari pul kimsalar)
Bahoring hazon ayla
Sevgingni arzon ayla
Orzuing armon ayla
Nafsiga qul kimsalar
O'g'lin qo'shib qullarga
Qizin sotib pullarga
Og'u separ gullarga
Nafsiga qul kimsalar
Dardlari pul kimsalar
Ogoh bo'l ilondek chaqar
Aldanma so'zlari yoqar
Odam sotib bola boqar
NAFSIGA QUL KIMSALAR
DARDLARI PUL KIMSALAR
Kechirsa bo'lar ursa musht
Odamga xos hatto urush
Odammasdur ODAMFURUSH
Nafsiga qul kimsalar
Dardlari pul kimsalar
Uqubat solib boshlariga shayton sozini chalar
Cho'milar ko'z yoshlariga nafsiga qul kimsalar
Dardlari pul kimsalar
Nafsiga qul kimsalar
Dardlari pul kimsalar
NAFSIGA QUL KIMSALAAAAAR
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Punishment

Punishment begins with the whisper of the devil
They fall into tears, enslaved by their own desires
Punishment begins with the whisper of the devil
They fall into tears, enslaved by their own desires
Money is their pain (money is their pain)
They never speak the truth
They do not seek goodness
They do not care for the honor of the nation
Enslaved by their own desires
Money is their pain
Punishment begins with the whisper of the devil
They fall into tears, enslaved by their own desires
Money is their pain (money is their pain)
Turn your spring into autumn
Cheapen your love
Turn your dreams into sorrow
Enslaved by their own desires
Sell your son to the slaves
Sell your daughter for money
Poison the fragrant flowers
Enslaved by their own desires
Money is their pain
Beware, they slither like snakes
Do not be deceived by their sweet words
They buy and sell people like cattle
ENSLAVED BY THEIR OWN DESIRES
MONEY IS THEIR PAIN
It is forgivable to punch
Even war is human nature
They are not humans, but TRAITORS
Enslaved by their own desires
Money is their pain
Punishment begins with the whisper of the devil
They fall into tears, enslaved by their own desires
Money is their pain
Enslaved by their own desires
Money is their pain
ENSLAVED BY THEIR OWN DESIRES
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