Norsafarova Nilufa
By: Norsafarova Nilufar, Uzbekistan
There is a riot of sorrows in my heart,
I’m sorry, my dear…
I don’t know if it’s a dream or it’s on my right…
Sitam rules my life…
You went to the bottom of the abyss,
I wish we had a taste of Visol.
I put myself in pain
This is the moment, this time that is lost…
I miss you as much as I miss you, mother
I do not expect salvation from others.
My God, my heart misses again…
From the beginning of this life, my heart says: dod…
Brothers and sisters, you are inconsolable,
No one, no one can be like you.
It is known, dear mother,
A bird of happiness flew from my heart like a wind…
My eyes laughed and this heart cried,
My most beautiful memory is you, mother!
I’m tired of the world market,
I’ll tell you every second, mom!!!
(I guess I’m like Robinson Crusoe…)
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