Текст и перевод песни Sherali Jo'rayev - Sochingdagi Oq

Sochingdagi Oq

Guldek qovjirabdi qirmizi dudoq,
Oh, bu o'shal tanish dil tortar nigoh.
Boy berilgan ishqdan qolgan esdalik,
Mening sevgim emasmi sochingdagi oq?

Ancha to'lishibsan, o'zingni tashlab,
Unutdingmi bizni, yangidan boshlab?
Nega kulayabsan ko'zingni yoshlab,
Mening sevgim emasmi sochingdagi oq?

Bulbullar chah-chahlab, hamon tong otar,
Turnalar qur-qurlab qanotin qoqar,
Ikkimizni tunlari qon-qon yig'latar,
Sening sevging emasmi sochimdagi oq?

Ikkimizni tunlari qon-qon yig'latar,
Sening sevging emasmi sochimdagi oq?

Qancha yo'llar o'tdi, bosilgan dovon,
Endi sen begona, men boshqa odam.
Asli dushmanimiz so'nggi pushaymon,
Bizning sevgimasmi sochlardagi oq?

Asli dushmanimiz so'nggi pushaymon,
Bizning sevgimasmi sochlardagi oq?
Pok dildan qaro sochga yozilgan doston,
Bizning sevgimasmi sochlardagi oq?

Guldek qovjirabdi qirmizi dudoq,
Oh, bu o'shal tanish dil tortar nigoh.
Boy berilgan ishqdan qolgan esdalik,
Mening sevgimmasmi sochingdagi oq?

Grey in Her Hair

Your lips are ruby red, as if painted with henna,
Oh, this familiar gaze that captivates the heart.
A memento of a love that was lost,
Are those streaks of grey in your hair not a testament to my love?

You have grown much, blossoming on your own,
Have you forgotten us, starting anew?
Why do you laugh, your eyes welling up,
Are those streaks of grey in your hair not a testament to my love?

Nightingales sing sweetly, heralding the dawn,
Cranes call out their haunting cries, flapping their wings,
Both our hearts ache through the long nights,
Was the love you bore me not the cause of those streaks of grey?

Both our hearts ache through the long nights,
Was the love you bore me not the cause of those streaks of grey?

How many paths have we crossed, and mountains have we climbed,
Now you are a stranger, and I a different soul.
Our greatest enemy is the regret that comes too late,
Was our love not the cause of those streaks of grey?

Our greatest enemy is the regret that comes too late,
Was our love not the cause of those streaks of grey?
A tale of pure love, etched onto jet black hair,
Was our love not the cause of those streaks of grey?

Your lips are ruby red, as if painted with henna,
Oh, this familiar gaze that captivates the heart.
A memento of a love that was lost,
Are those streaks of grey in your hair not a testament to my love?