Bolaligim - Шохрух

Kim keladi erta indin mani so`rab,

Degan savolga javob ila yo`q yoki aldaydilar.

Ketma-ket o`tadi, kunlarim jim o`tadi,

Nazarim mani ko`chada, yo`llarda balki aynan.

O`tgan ketganlarga qarab, havas qilaman,

Ular oila, ular ota-bola.

Dunyoda eng yaqin insonlar bir-biriga,

Davom etadi, hayot davom etadi.

Kino qayta qo`yganday, niyatda kun ham o`tadi,

Nazarimda, ostonadan ota-onam:

“O`g`lim bugun uyga qaytamiz”…

Sog`indim onajon…

Osmondagi serquyosh, hamisha bo`lsin yondosh, bolaligim,

Toki ajoyib kunlar, ota-ona bag`rida bolaligim.

Ko`z yosh to`kilgan kunlar, xursand bo`lgan kechalar, bolaligim,

Baxt soniyalar sanab, kechayu kunduz eslab, bolaligim.

Va qancha bolalar dunyoda, esda bo`lishi kerak,

Xudoning bandasi ular.

Aytolmaganlar “onajon” va “мама”,

Ota so`zi, yordamin bilmaganlar ham.

Yetim qoganlar begunoh, beayb,

Zero yig`lab va chidaganlarga atab

Bag`ishladim bu q`oshig`im atayin.

Ota duosin olmaganlar,

Aka yelkasin sezmaganlar,

Singil erkasi bilmaganlar

Ona sutini emmaganlar.

Osmondagi serquyosh, hamisha bo`lsin yondosh, bolaligim,

Toki ajoyib kunlar, ota-ona bag`rida bolaligim.

Ko`z yosh to`kilgan kunlar, xursand bo`lgan kechalar, bolaligim,

Baxt soniyalar sanab, kechayu kunduz eslab, bolaligim.

Who comes early asking for me?

The answer to the question is no or they deceive.

It passes one after another, my days pass quietly,

I think I'm on the street, on the roads.

Looking at those who have passed away, I envy

They are family, they are father and son.

The closest people in the world to each other,

It goes on, life goes on.

Like a movie replay, the day goes by in the intention,

In my opinion, my parents from the threshold:

"My son, we will return home today"...

I miss you mom...

Be my friend in heaven, my childhood,

Until wonderful days, my childhood in the arms of my parents.

Tearful days, happy nights, my childhood,

Counting happiness seconds, remembering day and night, my childhood.

And how many children in the world, it should be remembered,

They are servants of God.

Those who cannot say "mother" and "mama",

Even those who do not know the word of the father help.

Orphans are innocent,

For those who cry and endure

I dedicated this song on purpose.

Those who did not receive the father's prayers,

Those who did not notice the brother's shoulder,

The sister's husband did not know

They did not breastfeed.

Be my friend in heaven, my childhood,

Until wonderful days, my childhood in the arms of my parents.

Tearful days, happy nights, my childhood,

Counting happiness seconds, remembering day and night, my childhood.