Tóxtayeva Surayyo Otabekovna
A strange excitement in my heart,
The riot makes my heart tremble,
What is this mystery, I wonder
I can’t find a solution, my thoughts are crying.
An example of sprouts sprouting in the spring,
Has love looked into my heart?
Oh, the spark of love ignites the heart,
Did you spread sprinkles on my heart’s web?
My lips tremble like a leaf,
I’m speechless, I’m laughing at this moment.
My burning heart without so much
Love! Did you come by accident, tell me!
Come inspire Surayya
A bouquet of poems at your feet.
Light my innocent love,
Keep it in my heart.
Tóxtayeva Surayyo Otabekovna