Текст и перевод песни Ulug'bek Rahmatullaev - Qirmizi Olma Eski

Qirmizi Olma Eski

Qirmizi olma shirin bo'larkan,
Yarim oy bir kun to'lin bo'larkan.
To'ygacha sevgi – bu orzu-havas,
Haqiqiy sevgi keyin bo'larkan.
Qirmizi olma shirin bo'larkan,
Yarim oy bir kun to'lin bo'larkan.
To'ygacha sevgi – bu orzu-havas,
Haqiqiy sevgi keyin bo'larkan.

Talpinib unga tomon shoshasan,
Goh daryo kabi to'lib-toshasan.
Har kim tole'ga bitgani bilan
Sevib-sevilib, baxtli yashasin.
Talpinib unga tomon shoshasan,
Goh daryo kabi to'lib-toshasan.
Har kim tole'ga bitgani bilan
Sevib-sevilib, baxtli yashasin.

Qirmizi olma shirin bo'larkan,
Yarim oy bir kun to'lin bo'larkan.
To'ygacha sevgi – bu orzu-havas,
Haqiqiy sevgi keyin bo'larkan.
Qirmizi olma shirin bo'larkan,
Yarim oy bir kun to'lin bo'larkan.
To'ygacha sevgi – bu orzu-havas,
Haqiqiy sevgi keyin bo'larkan.

Uying koshona bo'lmasa mayli,
Sen Majnun bo'lgin, u esa Layli.
Ko'ngillar baxtga, quvonchga to'lsin,
Ikki dil topgan sevgi tufayli.

Qirmizi olma shirin bo'larkan,
Yarim oy bir kun to'lin bo'larkan.
To'ygacha sevgi – bu orzu-havas,
Haqiqiy sevgi keyin bo'larkan.
Qirmizi olma shirin bo'larkan,
Yarim oy bir kun to'lin bo'larkan.
To'ygacha sevgi – bu orzu-havas,
Haqiqiy sevgi keyin bo'larkan.

Don't Blush, My Apple

My apple, don't blush, you're still unripe,
My love, you're still a crescent, not yet full.
Love before the wedding is all fancy,
True love comes after, it's not a drill.
My apple, don't blush, you're still unripe,
My love, you're still a crescent, not yet full.
Love before the wedding is all fancy,
True love comes after, it's not a drill.

Rushing to you like a wave
Sometimes overflowing like a river.
When everyone is ready for their sunrise,
May they find love and live happily ever after.
Rushing to you like a wave
Sometimes overflowing like a river.
When everyone is ready for their sunrise,
May they find love and live happily ever after.

My apple, don't blush, you're still unripe,
My love, you're still a crescent, not yet full.
Love before the wedding is all fancy,
True love comes after, it's not a drill.
My apple, don't blush, you're still unripe,
My love, you're still a crescent, not yet full.
Love before the wedding is all fancy,
True love comes after, it's not a drill.

Even if your house is not a palace,
Let you be Majnun and your darling be Layla.
May your hearts be filled with joy and happiness,
Two souls united by love's grace.

My apple, don't blush, you're still unripe,
My love, you're still a crescent, not yet full.
Love before the wedding is all fancy,
True love comes after, it's not a drill.
My apple, don't blush, you're still unripe,
My love, you're still a crescent, not yet full.
Love before the wedding is all fancy,
True love comes after, it's not a drill.