Текст и перевод песни Sardor Mamadaliyev - Yigit Nolasi

Yigit Nolasi

Ollohim, ko′zini to'q qil yigitning,
Bir nafs yo′lida ming ko'yga solma.
Berguvchi o'zingsan, olguvchi o′zing,
Otini olsang ham, omadin olma.
Ko′ngilning tubini ko'zgu ko′rsatmas,
Qizargan yigitni ko'zguga solma.
Ollohim, omad ber har bir yigitga,
Otini olsang ham, omadin olma.
Yayrasa yarashar yigit zotiga,
Quvonch ila yursin, duodan tolma.
Tog′ni talqon qilsin elning korida,
Sochlari oqarmay qomatin olma. {x2}
Ko'ngilning tubini ko′zgu ko'rsatmas,
Qizargan yigitni ko'zguga solma.
Ollohim, omad ber har bir yigitga,
Otini olsang ham, omadin olma. {x2}
Muhabbat merosdir Odam Atodan,
Momo Havolarim qayg′uga solma.
Sevilib yashasin, sevib yashasin,
Jonini olsang ham, janonin olma. {x2}
Har farzand umrning uzun yo′lidir,
O'zbegim beshigi, sira bo′sh qolma.
Yigit tizzasiga o'gli o′tirsin,
Elga mardlar kerak, polvonin olma. {x2}
Ollohim, ko'zini to′q qil yigitning,
Bir nafsi yo'lida ming ko'yga solma.
Berguvchi o′zingsan, olguvchi o′zing,
Borini olsang ham, omadin olma. {x2}
Jonini olsang ham janonin olma,
Sochlari oqarmay qomatin olma.

Brave Man

Oh my God, make the eyes of a brave man full,
Don't put him on a thousand sheep on the way of one breath.
You are the giver and the taker,
Even if you take his horse, don't take his luck.
Don't let the mirror show the depth of the heart,
Don't put a blushing brave man in front of the mirror.
Oh my God, give luck to every brave man,
Even if you take his horse, don't take his luck.
Bravery suits a brave man,
May he walk with joy, filled with blessings.
May he smash the mountain in front of the people,
May his hair not turn white, may he not lose his strength. {x2}
Don't let the mirror show the depth of the heart,
Don't put a blushing brave man in front of the mirror.
Oh my God, give luck to every brave man,
Even if you take his horse, don't take his luck. {x2}
Love is a legacy from Adam and Eve,
Don't put my Adam and Eve into sorrow.
May he live in love, may he live in love,
Even if you take his soul, don't take his beloved. {x2}
Every child is a long road of life,
The cradle of my Uzbek people, don't leave it empty.
May his son sit on the lap of a brave man,
The people need brave men, don't let them be cowards. {x2}
Oh my God, make the eyes of a brave man full,
Don't put him on a thousand sheep on the way of one breath.
You are the giver and the taker,
Even if you take his wolf, don't take his luck. {x2}
Even if you take his soul, don't take his beloved,
May his hair not turn white, may he not lose his strength.