Текст и перевод песни VIA Marokand - Boychechak (Remix)

Boychechak (Remix)

Via Marokand

Shu ko'cha oxirida o'nga yana bitta ko'cha bor, tor ko'cha bor!
Chiroyli ko'cha!
Xop, o'sha ko'cha qoq o'rtasida bitta shinam uy bor,
Shinamgina uy bor...

Oyna derazasi cheti gulli,
U uyni egasiyu, bekasiga gullar yoqadi shekili.
Gullaridan o'rgili,
O'sha gullarini bittasini bersa, guli kamaymaydi.

Oy gul... Ra'nogul... Rizvongul...
Guli kamaymaydi...
Lolagul, Nargizgul...
Bo'ldi 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Moychechak ketdi.

Gulolay, ho gulolay, gulzorizdan, gul olay,
Shu ko'cha o'rtasida yuzda jo'ra,
Jo'ralardan to'yonaga to'y olay.

Gulolay, ho gulolay, gulzorizdan, gul olay,
Shu ko'cha o'rtasida yuzda jo'ra,
Jo'ralardan to'yonaga to'y olay.

Shu ko'cha oxirida o'nga yana bitta ko'cha bor, keng ko'cha bor!
Chiroyli ko'cha!
Xop mayli shu ko'chani o'rtasida katta chinor bor,
Baland chinor bor...

Kecha kunduz bu ko'cha shamolli,
Chinorni barglariga bilmadim-u, shamol yoqadi shekili,
Xar kun tongda supuri...
Supurgilar qolmasa yorim ko'chasiga sochlarim supurgi.

Oy gul... Ra'nogul... Rizvongul...
Guli kamaymaydi...
Lolagul, Nargizgul...
Bo'ldi 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Moychechak ketdi.

Gulolay, ho gulolay, gulzorizdan, gul olay,
Shu ko'cha o'rtasida yuzda jo'ra,
Jo'ralardan to'yonaga to'y olay.

Gulolay, ho gulolay, gulzorizdan, gul olay,
Shu ko'cha o'rtasida yuzda jo'ra,
Jo'ralardan to'yonaga to'y olay.

Boychechak (Remix)

Via Marokand

At the end of this street, there's another street to the right, a narrow street!
A beautiful street!
Right, in the middle of that street, there's a cozy house,
A cozy little house...

The windowsills are lined with flowers,
The owner of that house, and his wife, it seems they love flowers.
Learn from their flowers,
If they give you one of their flowers, they won't have any less.

Oh flower... Ranunculus... Rose...
They won't have any less...
Tulip, Narcissus...
Alright, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Daisy's gone.

Oh flowers, oh flowers, from your flowerbed, I'll take a flower,
In the middle of this street, a hundred friends,
From those friends, for a wedding, I'll take a celebration.

Oh flowers, oh flowers, from your flowerbed, I'll take a flower,
In the middle of this street, a hundred friends,
From those friends, for a wedding, I'll take a celebration.

At the end of this street, there's another street to the right, a wide street!
A beautiful street!
Alright, so in the middle of this street there's a large sycamore tree,
A tall sycamore tree...

Day and night this street is windy,
I don't know about the sycamore leaves, but it seems the wind loves them,
Every morning they sweep it...
If the sweepers are gone, my hair will be the broom for my beloved's street.

Oh flower... Ranunculus... Rose...
They won't have any less...
Tulip, Narcissus...
Alright, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Daisy's gone.

Oh flowers, oh flowers, from your flowerbed, I'll take a flower,
In the middle of this street, a hundred friends,
From those friends, for a wedding, I'll take a celebration.

Oh flowers, oh flowers, from your flowerbed, I'll take a flower,
In the middle of this street, a hundred friends,
From those friends, for a wedding, I'll take a celebration.