I wish I would get used to you
And you couldn’t live without me as well
And you couldn’t live without me as well
And the regret likens to my love
Silent despair would burn in our chests
There is glittering hope in my eyes
Hope I won’t be the one cheated in my fate
This love is more hopeful than I am
And will turn you into an alchemist
The word finds way to my tongue,
My Love, My virgin, My Companion
Sewing a jacket of passion to the heart,
The miracle awaits on my way
The heart is indeed exhausted
Walking silently without any cover
But if I get used to you one day
You will not dare to survive without me either.
(Translated by Muhtor Adashev;
Original in Uzbek by A’zam Obid, “Yo’limni poylaydi mo’jiza”)
