Текст и перевод песни Sevara Nazarkhan - Sen Yashar Kochada

Sen Yashar Kochada

Sen yashar ko'chadan mastona yurdim
Tolega suyanib entikdim, turdim.
Sen yurgan makonni ko'nglimga solib
Eng yorug' eng toza bir dunyo qurdim
Sen yashar kõchqdan mastona yurdim.

Sen yashar ko'chada bir yil kun bo'ldim
So'ngra asrlardan uzun tun bo'ldim
Sog'inchning holidan bir bor habar ol
Tun ichra o'ksinib, bag'ri xun bo'ldim
Sen yashar ko'chada bir yil kun bo'ldim

Sen yashar ko'chaning bir eshigi berk
Eshikni ocholmas na gado na bek
Kimga ochiladi o'zi biladi
Qulfini ochib qo'y eshikka ber erk
Sen yashar ko'chaning bir eshigi berk

Sen yashar bu ko'cha eng sevimli bayt
Yodaga o'qiyman yuragimda qayt
Men bilan yur desam sensiz yurmaydi
Bu sensiz ko'chada nima qilay
Sen yashar bu ko'cha eng sevimli bayt

Sen yashar ko'chaga bo'lmaydi to'yib
Uni olib ketdim yelkamga qo'yib
Oh ursam esimga tushgan chog'laring
Yig'lay devoriga boshimni qo'yib
Sen yashar ko'chaga bo'lmaydi to'yib

Sen yashar ko'chadan mastona yurdim

You Walk Down a Straight Road

You walk down a straight road, my heart's desire,
And I turn to look at you, and I pause.
In my heart I make a home of the place where you tread,
And there I build a pure and shining world,
You walk down a straight road, my heart's desire.

For a year I have basked in the sunlight of your presence,
And then I have been plunged into the darkness of centuries.
Come to me in my longing,
Suffering in the night, my heart filled with pain,
For a year I have basked in the sunlight of your presence,

One of the doors to your street is closed,
Neither beggar nor lord may open it.
It will open for the one it knows,
So hurry and unlock the door.
One of the doors to your street is closed,

This street is my favorite poem,
I read it in my heart, and I hold it dear,
If I tell you to walk with me, you will not walk without me,
What shall I do on this street without you?
This street is my favorite poem,

I cannot get my fill of this street,
I have carried it with me, upon my shoulders,
Oh, when I remember the times we shared,
I weep, and rest my head against its walls,
I cannot get my fill of this street,

You walk down a straight road, my heart's desire,