When my dreams are dreams
When my pain is heaven.
When my heart is full of sorrow,
I don’t need you, mother!
When my head hits the pillow
When my loved ones left me,
When my friends sold my secret
I don’t need you, mother!
Be the head of our weddings,
You don’t fit into our homes,
Pray for us mother,
I don’t need you.
I am fed up with your love,
I lay my head on your chest
I bow at your feet,
I don’t need you!
Normamatova Mokhichekhra Tokhirovna
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