Songs of Hamid Olimjon

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Songs of Hamid Olimjon

 

When the apricot blossoms
A bush in front of my window
The apricot blossomed white…
Buds adorning the branches,
In the morning he said the horse of life
And a dry early morning on Shabbat
Tot of the flower was taken away.
Every spring it happens again,
Every spring goes like this,
No matter how hard I try, it doesn't work
Yellar fools me.
Okay, I'll say it and I won't do it,
I wrap my mind in a flower;
Every time it comes out in the spring,
I ask if I am lucky.
stroking my face and peeing
You are lucky, the wind blows.
A demand as if done,
Birds are chirping that you are lucky...
Everything opposes me
Every bud says to me,
Full of gardens as I walk
A voice that praises only happiness:
"Here is a flower of the world for you,
Take it as tight as you can,
In this tole abounds in all things,
Stay in this country until you die.
Crying without seeing any flowers in his life
You have the rights of the past,
Weep every spring
The right of those who left is also yours..."
A bush in front of my window
The apricot blossomed white…
I've been thinking about you for a long time...
I've been thinking about you for a long time,
I went to the beach looking for you.
In the night when hungry waves are boiling,
I begged the moon to find me.
Faith, in this you always
It reminds me of beautiful nights,
Horny stars, cool mornings,
He will remember the happy days.
You are the friend of Ptolemy,
You are the blue garden of my love.
Good luck with you
You are the mountain of my faith.
A cool air surrounds me,
Night falls over the water.
So many words
Remembering that the moon is full.
The night is silent, lonely waves
He sneezes involuntarily.
Tricky moon, magical charmer,
Who did you remind me of?
If I say love
When I say love, when I say only you
My heart lives with you;
I mean you, the whole world
I am silent when I listen to his voice...
My head spins like a rabbit,
I look at it, my eyes stop
And a mirror of the soul from the jilvang
It breaks into pieces.
Is there an end to this view?
Will I be a means to a goal?
Can I find a new idea,
Will it be a murod harvest?
Is there a way to find it,
If a fool surrounds me:
If it happens, my secret will be revealed.
Are you calling me Madnun?
Hol
Where did you come from, you split my mind
Why did you upset me?
Why did you ruin my life?
Why are my thoughts empty?
Passions, feelings, burning
The imagination roamed the land,
The governor was in my soul
It's such an inspirational story.
One small string, one bright curtain
How many things he used to say...
That he learned from his mother
The sparrow would return with a sniff...
I sewed the ear of the heart
And he gave me a soul,
A fly would fly,
That was loyalty, faith.
Don't worry, stay a little longer,
Finish this flower picture,
Listen to me, heart's blood
With the latest letter.
Incessantly alone on Shabbat
Incessant lonely breeze,
The hair of the grass is shaking,
Here it is now sparkling
Poultry, birds also tin...
Everyone sleeps and only at night
I myself will be against it.
Opposite and until morning
I myself stay awake.
Whispering softly in my ear
The night teaches me to sleep,
Have you been in the desert at night?
If not, come and tell you...
In the southern night
Without you, these hungry waves
It was not visible to my eyes,
If you are not my heart
He did not agree with what I said.
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be happy
The moon floating on water.
Always cheerful, always high,
The beauty of the star.
Your looks take my peace,
My heart broke,
After that I felt it in my heart
That's how strong the herb is.
Tell me, those who love so much
Was I lucky?
Tell me, which girl is the nose
Be in love with hope
But the night...
The river roars on my face,
A cliff full of horror roars,
The dark world roars,
The valleys and gorges are rocking.
Screams... Doesn't give sleep,
My dreams are crazy,
A search begins in me
The soul enters my understanding again.
Whereas the night is usually
Everything is as quiet as sleep.
The whole earth is surrounded by the sky
They are quiet during the day...
I fell into the stream, the moon rose in the blue,
The light fell on the white clouds.
The gorge is full of light, the stream is full,
Light fell on the dark ravine.
Kezar, don't stop me
A long shadow follows,
I don't know, there is something to do,
It's a story to tell.
Sparks in my eyes,
The moon was the moon to the water, my friend.
He was shining, he was always begging,
A stone bathed in moonlight.
I stared at the clouds of fear,
It was bright and clean.
A plane flies like a falcon,
He was flying and making a sound.
I stared at the paper,
I have a running pen in my hands.
He was surrounded by excitement,
One aspiration, one dream is rest.
The stones were sky and air.
The whole universe was disciples,
My face is like a river,
Pupils live on the river...
But the night...
If I am
Not even a single breath, even if I am empty on your cheek,
It's as if I'm dripping from my lips.
It rests on your branch and roosts like a nightingale,
If I am the wind at dawn to kiss and open your bud.
If I spread your neck and make the world drunk,
I am amazed at my own art lol.
I'm alone in this drunken world with you,
I can't even find myself, I hope I'm just a fantasy.
If it's too bad for me to be a flower in your garden -
That I agree a thousand times even if I am a wall to your castle.
It's good that my head never comes out, thanks to you,
I'm afraid of the jealousy of my rivals.
If I wander through deserts and valleys,
I sacrificed my life for you, it's okay if I'm a boy.
Every heart has a spring
Love itself is an old thing,
But every heart
Bake it...
Hodi Toktash
Every heart has a spring,
To every soul
love will be a guest.
Flowers are love in every heart,
Boston is enough for him.
But Laila came to her head
Dark days are upon us today;
Sweet happiness belongs to us
It's a dark night.
In the prime of my youth...
In the prime of my youth,
You opened in the garden of my heart.
Then my eyes saw the spring,
Then my heart recognized the land.
The birds fly to my soul,
I am drunk with love.
I stayed in the field all day,
I disappeared into the tulip fields.
I picked flowers in my arms
And I gave it to you
I still remember it like it was yesterday
I remember every second, every moment.
Since then shoot in my tongue,
Since then shoot in my slice.
In the prime of my youth,
You opened in the garden of my heart.

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