Joʻraboyeva Shahlo Bakhtiyor
By: Joʻraboyeva Shahlo Bakhtiyor
If your father drinks, don’t be depressed, don’t make him feel bad. Don’t bother me with bad words, When bright days come.
Your mother is very loyal to you, a beautiful dildor when she comes. Don’t leave the choir, When the bright days come.
Maybe the sky will be bright, friend or foe will know, maybe someone will be happy when bright days come.
The sun shines on the horizon, opens the right path for you. Seeing you, the wicked will flee, when the bright days come.
Good luck with many trials, Good luck friends. Good luck, loyal ones, when the bright days come.