O'tkir Mulikboyev Kochkor
A soft voice roars from my window,
Whispering in my ear like a promise,
I wake up with open arms like a debate,
At dawn..
A thousand eager eyes are hot in my body,
The sun caresses and casts a sultry glance.
The heart is a lamp, the altar is waiting to make a bond between us,
At dawn..
A smile fills my face,
I run and wake up the steppes.
Take it from me, I have an eltar smiley,
At dawn..
The bird that hit my window is chirping,
Swallows swoop in and sing.
At this time, flowers bloom on the porch of the heart,
At dawn..
It lands on my face like a butterfly,
Sorcery removes hair and sadness.
In my chest, love insists, live,
At dawn..
My passion spreads into love,
A long way of appetite opens.
Life’s hand in my arms when I’m cringing,
At dawn..
If I write wings, the blue sky seems to fly,
The sound of the soul, like the melody of nature.
Is it the flight of a bird of dreams,
At dawn..
You ask for happiness, I ask for happiness, happiness in the palm of your hand,
Happiness is in your hand, I will shout mountains of words.
I will be full of enthusiasm, good luck eyes.
At dawn..
Mulikboyev O’tkir Kochkor oglu Koshrabot district, Samarkand region, Republic of Uzbekistan
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