In the work of the First President of the Republic of Uzbekistan Islam Karimov "High spirituality is an invincible force", along with all forms of art, special attention is paid to the history of our national singing and its current development. As the First President noted, “the love of music, art, music culture is formed in our people from childhood in the family. It is no exaggeration to say that it is difficult to find in our country a person who does not have a dutar, doira or other musical instrument at home and does not feel the life-giving effects of music in his life. ”[1]
In this respect, the role and importance of folk songs is incomparable. Songs are one of the most ancient and popular forms of folk poetic creativity. You listen to songs on the radio, on TV every day. But you have to be able to tell them apart.
The source of the songs is different, depending on which layer of the audience they are dedicated to.
There have been many types of folk songs in our history: hunting songs, season songs, wedding songs (“Yor-yor”), mourning songs (marsia). In addition, children's alla, toy songs, game songs ("Boychechak", "White poplar, blue poplar") are also popular.
We wanted to meet you folk songs is a disturbing emotional property of our daily lives. Our people have vividly expressed their joy, happiness or sorrow in their songs. Lyrical songs and ensembles from the folklore have been polished for years and are still loved and performed today.
In folk songs, our national traditions are reflected with elegance and delicacy. Proof of this is the fact that in everyday life our mothers sing without bloodshed, or our weddings do not take place without "yor-yor".
Singing is the food of the soul. When you listen to it, your soul is relieved, your soul is at rest. The main reason for this is that these songs embody the living language of the people, adorned with colorful folk expressions and raise them to the level of wisdom. These songs clearly show the commonalities between nature and its human psyche, that every change in mother nature affects people's moods, and that people imagine their lives in close connection with the phenomena around them.
If you pay attention, our people express their feelings from the birth of a person to the ceremony of leaving this world through these songs.
Today, folklore ensembles operating in different regions of the country are working effectively to restore the ancient songs of their region, to enrich them with new songs. Even from the repertoire of talented pop singers, these songs have a worthy place. At the celebrations of Navruz, which are widely celebrated in our country every year, the best examples of folk songs instill in people's hearts a spring mood and confidence in the future.
The folk songs presented to you below are just drops from the great ocean we have described. Read them, sing them, so that your heart may be filled with joy and excitement.
BOYCHECHAK
My boy is rich,
The boiler is completely broken.
If you don't give up,
Your pots are ruined.
A flower that grows from the hard ground,
A flower that rolls out of the soft ground.
They caught the flower,
They hung on the mulberry tree.
They ran with the sword,
Covered with velvet.
A flower that grows from the hard ground,
A flower that rolls out of the soft ground.
CHITTIGUL
Chittigul, chittigul,
Flowers on your skirt.
Hey, chittigul,
Hey, chittigul.
Get your hands on a glove,
Let your waist be on the belt.
Hey, chittigul,
Hey, chittigul.
The horse came spitting,
Come out - who came?
Hey, chittigul,
Hey, chittigul.
Flour came in the cart,
A flower came in the chirping.
Hey, chittigul,
Hey, chittigul.
The flower is good and the flower is good,
The flower bud is good.
Hey, chittigul,
Hey, chittigul.
The girl who played in the middle
Haydar kokili is good.
Hey, chittigul,
Hey, chittigul.
My head hurts
- Onajon, onajon!
My head hurts.
"Let your mother be your head,"
Why does it hurt?
"While in the markets,"
While standing at the jewelers,
His horse is golden,
It hurts!
- Onajon, onajon!
I have a pain in my neck.
"Let your mother turn around,"
Why does it hurt?
"While in the markets,"
While standing at the jewelers,
His horse is a necklace,
It hurts!
- Onajon, onajon!
My ear hurts.
"Let your mother hear you,"
Why does it hurt?
"While in the markets,"
While standing at the jewelers,
His horse is a golden eagle,
It hurts!
