Текст и перевод песни Ummon - Ummondek Bo'lolmaysan

Ummondek Bo'lolmaysan

Yomon alam qilar, alamidan kuyar
Kimdir zo′rg'a chidar, kimdirlar kuylavorar
Ma′nosi yo'q so'zlar, nimanidir ko′zlar
Ko′rolmaganlarga bu qo'shig′imiz atalar
Qiladi alam, yo'q bir narsa bir
Yemagan she′rlari o'ziga o′xshab
O'xshamagach, ularni hech kim eshitmasa
Mandami ayb?
Baribir mani yerga urib, mandan o'tib ketolmaysan
Ummon baribir Ummon-de, Ummondek bo′lolmaysan
Mani qo′shiqlarim aylanar qo'shma shtatlarda
Lekin sanlarning disklaring hatto listda ham yo′q
Mani odnoklassnikimga kuniga 300 talab sms
Sanlarga esa 1 oyda 1 ta ham yo'q
Kommentariyamda faqat "Ummonga gap yo′q"
Bu xatlarning esa umuman oxiri yo'q
Bu degani muhlislarimizning oxiri yo′q
Biz ularni sevamiz, ular bizlarni, o'
Hayotda hech qaysi qiz uchun man siqilmadim
Shunchaki qo'shiqlarimni shu yo′lda tanladim
Maning yo′nalishim o'zimga ko′p yarashadi
Shu yo'nalish o′zimniki, zato o'girlamadim
Qo′shiqlarimning (boom-boom)larigacha o'zimga tegishli
(Chik-chik)larigacha, o'
Sanlarga o′xshab hammadan o′girlab yurmadim
Nimaga erishgan bo'lsam-da, o′zim erishdim
Qiladi alam, yo'q bir narsa bir
Yemagan she′rlari o'ziga o′xshab
O'xshamagach, ularni hech kim eshitmasa
Mandami ayb?
Baribir mani yerga urib, mandan o'tib ketolmaysan
Ummon baribir Ummon-de, Ummondek bo′lolmaysan
Yomon alam qilar, alamidan kuyar
Kimdir zo′rg'a chidar, kimdirlar kuylavorar
Ma′nosi yo'q so′zlar, nimanidir ko'zlar
Ko′rolmaganlarga bu qo'shig'imiz atalar
2007 yil Toshkentda man ko′tarildim
2008 da Vodiy tomonlarga uchardim
Bizlarni Farg′ona, Andijon sevib eshitardi
Qo'qon va Namangan ulardan qolishmasdi
2009 yil Sirdaryo va Buxoro
O′sha yilning o'zida Qarshi va Surxondaryo
Keldi 2010, Jizzax va Samarqand, o′
Yozda Xorazm, o', kuzda Nukus, o′
Navoiydan o'tib, yana qaytdim Toshkentga
2011 tor ijodim aylandi kengga
Endi mani Qozog'iston, Rossiya, Amerika
Eshitvotti Turkiya, qilmagin "isterika"
Sanlarning yemagan disklaring kimlarga ham kerak?
Agar man disk yozsam, ko′zingga yosh to′lsa kerak
Mani O'zbekiston va chet davlatlar tinglar
Man javob yozolmayman, chunki mani xalq tinglar
Qiladi alam, yo′q bir narsa bir
Yemagan she'rlari o′ziga o'xshab
O′xshamagach, ularni hech kim eshitmasa
Mandami ayb?
Baribir mani yerga urib, mandan o'tib ketolmaysan
Ummon baribir Ummon-de, Ummondek bo'lolmaysan

You Can't Be Like Ummon

Bad things hurt, they burn with pain
Some barely endure, others sing about it
Meaningless words, the eyes see something
For those who haven't seen, this song is a proverb
It hurts, something is missing
His poems, like himself
If they're not alike, if no one listens to them
Is it my fault?
You can't beat me down and get past me anyway
Ummon is still Ummon, you can't be like Ummon
My songs are played in the United States
But your discs aren't even on the list
My classmate gets 300 text messages a day
You don't even get one a month
In my comments, it's only "Ummon is the best"
And these letters have no end
That means our fans have no end
We love them, they love us, oh
I've never been down for any girl in my life
I just chose my songs on this path
My direction suits me very well
This direction is mine, that's why I didn't steal it
Even the (boom-boom) of my songs belong to me
The (chick-chick) too, oh
I didn't steal from everyone like you
Whatever I achieved, I achieved it myself
It hurts, something is missing
His poems, like himself
If they're not alike, if no one listens to them
Is it my fault?
You can't beat me down and get past me anyway
Ummon is still Ummon, you can't be like Ummon
Bad things hurt, they burn with pain
Some barely endure, others sing about it
Meaningless words, the eyes see something
For those who haven't seen, this song is a proverb
In 2007 I rose in Tashkent
In 2008 I flew to the Fergana Valley
Fergana and Andijan loved to listen to us
Kokand and Namangan were not far behind
2009 Syrdarya and Bukhara
That same year Karshi and Surkhandarya
Came 2010, Jizzakh and Samarkand, oh
In the summer Khorezm, oh, in the autumn Nukus, oh
Passing through Navoi, I returned to Tashkent
2011 my narrow creativity became wide
Now Kazakhstan, Russia, America listen to me
Turkey too, don't get "hysterical"
Who needs your half-baked discs anyway?
If I record a disc, you'll probably cry
Uzbekistan and foreign countries listen to me
I can't answer you because my people are listening to me
It hurts, something is missing
His poems, like himself
If they're not alike, if no one listens to them
Is it my fault?
You can't beat me down and get past me anyway
Ummon is still Ummon, you can't be like Ummon