Текст и перевод песни Ulug'bek Rahmatullayev - Bemor

Bemor

Na qilay man dili bemor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor,
Bilmadim kimda ko'ngli bor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Na qilay man dili bemor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor,
Bilmadim kimda ko'ngli bor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Bu muxabbat deb atalar,
Buning dardi bedavodir,
Na kechayu kunduzi bordir,
Unda teng shoxu gadodir.
Bu muxabbat deb atalar,
Buning dardi bedavodir,
Na nechayu kunduzi bordir,
Unda teng shoxu gadodir.
Bu so'zni eshitmasaydim,
Derdilar muxabbat ozor,
Ohlarimga qulog'i kar,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Ohlar ursam qulog'i kar,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Na qilay man dili bemor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor,
Bilmadim kimda ko'ngli bor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Bu na taqdir bu na ozor,
Na tabib na darmoni bor,
Qalam ojiz, qog'oz yetmas,
Sevgi dardi jondan ketmas.
Bu na taqdir bu na ozor,
Na tabib-u na darmoni bor,
Qalam ojiz, qog'oz yetmas,
Sevgi dardi jondan ketmas.
Deydilar qancha go'zal bor,
Termular yo'llaringga zor,
Man uchun bitta go'zal bor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Man uchun bitta go'zal bor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Na qilay man dili bemor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor,
Bilmadim kimda ko'ngli bor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Na qilay man dili bemor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor,
Bilmadim kimda ko'ngli bor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Na qilay man dili bemor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor,
Bilmadim kimda ko'ngli bor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor.
Bilmadim kimda ko'ngli bor,
Mani sevmas u go'zal yor...

Sick

What should I do, my heart is sick,
My beautiful beloved does not love me,
I do not know who has her heart,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
What should I do, my heart is sick,
My beautiful beloved does not love me,
I do not know who has her heart,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
This is called love by our ancestors,
Its pain is incurable,
It does not go away day or night,
In it, both a rose and a thorn are hidden.
This is called love by our ancestors,
Its pain is incurable,
It does not go away day or night,
In it, both a rose and a thorn are hidden.
If I had not heard this word,
They would say that love is torment,
Her ears are deaf to my sighs,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
My sighs are deaf to her ears,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
What should I do, my heart is sick,
My beautiful beloved does not love me,
I do not know who has her heart,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
This is not fate, this is not torment,
There is neither a doctor nor a cure,
The pen is helpless, the paper is not enough,
The pain of love does not go away from the soul.
This is not fate, this is not torment,
There is neither a doctor nor a cure,
The pen is helpless, the paper is not enough,
The pain of love does not go away from the soul.
They say there are many beautiful ones,
The paths leading to them are difficult,
There is only one beautiful one for me,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
There is only one beautiful one for me,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
What should I do, my heart is sick,
My beautiful beloved does not love me,
I do not know who has her heart,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
What should I do, my heart is sick,
My beautiful beloved does not love me,
I do not know who has her heart,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
What should I do, my heart is sick,
My beautiful beloved does not love me,
I do not know who has her heart,
My beautiful beloved does not love me.
I do not know who has her heart,
My beautiful beloved does not love me...