Текст и перевод песни Yulduz Usmonova - Ona

Ona

Umr nima? Umr aslida
Bir yumaloq tugmacha yo′l,
Tugmadan sal kattaroq
Yo yana bir nimacha yo'l.
Umr nima? Umr aslida
Bir yumaloq tugmacha yo′l,
Tugmadan sal kattaroq
Yo yana bir nimacha yo'l.

Beshigimning oldidan
Qabrim oldigacha yo'l,
Men ketarman bir kuni,
Navolarim, zorim qolur.
Beshigimning oldidan
Qabrim oldigacha yo′l,
Men ketarman bir kuni,
Navolarim, zorim qolur.

Bu uzun hijron yo′lidir,
Bu uzun azob yo'li.
Har sahar kulib chiqib,
Yig′lab botar oftob yo'li.

Kim uchun savob yo′lidir,
Kim uchun gunoh yo'li.
Harnadir, har biriga
Ortimda iqrorim qolur.

Kim uchun gunoh yo′lidir,
Kim uchun savob yo'li.
Harnadir, har biriga
Ortimda iqrorim qolur.

O'zbegim uyida yangrar
Hamma vaqt qo′shiqlarim.
Yod bo′lib aytganlarim,
Har dilda mozorim qolur.

O'zbegim uyida yangrar
Hamma vaqt qo′shiqlarim.
Yod bo'lib aytganlarim,
Elimda alyorim qolur.

Yaxshilik murodi bor har
Dilga men jonim beray,
Yaxshilarga qo′lda boru
Yo'g′u imkonim beray.
Yaxshilik murodi bor har
Dilga men jonim beray,
Yaxshilarga qo'lda boru
Yo'g′u imkonim beray.

Ko′ngli pok shogirdima
Bulbul bu zabonim beray,
Men ketarman bir kuni,
Zor yig'labon torim qolur.
Ko′ngli pok shogirdima
Bulbul bu zabonim beray,
Men ketarman bir kuni,
Zor yig'labon torim qolur.

Ol, deya bir kun, Egam,
Osmonga uchsa ruhlarim,
Bir ajib moviy diyor
Qo′ynini quchsa ruhlarim

Ko'k mening ko′ksim bo'lur,
Yulduzlari anduhlarim.
Gul o'pib, gul yopinib,
Har dilda mozorim qolur.
Ko′k mening ko′ksim bo'lur,
Yulduzlari anduhlarim.
Gul o′pib, gul yopinib,
Har dilda mozorim qolur.

O'zbegim uyida yangrar
Hamma vaqt qo′shiqlarim,
Yod bo'lib aytganlarim,
Elimda alyorim qolur.
O′zbegim uyida yangrar
Hamma vaqt qo'shiqlarim,
Yod bo'lib aytganlarim,
Elimda alyorim qolur.

To Her

Life, what is life?
A round button-like path,
Slightly larger than a button
And another small path.
Life, what is life?
A round button-like path,
Slightly larger than a button
And another small path.

From my cradle
To my grave, the path is long,
One day I will depart,
My wealth and power will remain.
From my cradle
To my grave, the path is long,
One day I will depart,
My wealth and power will remain.

This is a long path of separation,
This is a long path of suffering.
Every morning I rise with a smile,
And the sun sets with a cry.

For some, this is a path of virtue,
For others, a path of sin.
Each and every one
Will leave behind a confession.

For some, this is a path of sin,
For others, a path of virtue.
Each and every one
Will leave behind a confession.

In my Uzbek home, my songs
Will always be heard.
My words will be remembered,
My tomb will be in every heart.

In my Uzbek home, my songs
Will always be heard.
My words will be remembered,
My memory will live on.

To every good-hearted soul,
I will give my life,
To those who do good,
I will give my heart.
To every good-hearted soul,
I will give my life,
To those who do good,
I will give my heart.

To my pure-hearted students,
I will give my voice,
One day I will depart,
And my harp will cry.
To my pure-hearted students,
I will give my voice,
One day I will depart,
And my harp will cry.

Take my soul, my Lord,
Let it fly to heaven,
A wondrous blue realm
Where my soul will find rest.

The sky will be my embrace,
The stars will be my sorrows.
Kissing flowers, embracing flowers,
My tomb will be in every heart.
The sky will be my embrace,
The stars will be my sorrows.
Kissing flowers, embracing flowers,
My tomb will be in every heart.

In my Uzbek home, my songs
Will always be heard,
My words will be remembered,
My memory will live on.
In my Uzbek home, my songs
Will always be heard,
My words will be remembered,
My memory will live on.