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Again you will fall from heaven to earth,
It hurts to suffer from innocence again.
You spend long nights in the morning,
You make the earth light, snow.
No matter how hard the hearts are frozen,
I'm glad I can't hug a dark place like you.
O snow, my cry to the heavens,
O snow, you fall silent, silent.
Istarang is hot, sprinkled with pleasure
It brings light from my days.
It pours down on my head, it tears me down,
The sky is aware of my heat and cold…
If you look for temperature, but
Your global presence is a drop of tears.
The sky swallows you up in the dampness of blood,
The sun will return to earth for you…
Author: Shahodatbonu IMOMNAZAROVA