Текст песни Нигина Амонкулова - Модарам

I love my mother, my god,
Colorful life for me, with my mother's prayers
My hot roses window in the warm storage of the master,
My hot roses window in the warm storage of the master,
Happy Birthday, I'm a Mother's Gift
Happy Birthday, I'm a Mother's Gift

I have become a huge fan of her favorites
Giramu is a very proud mother
Then he carries my heavy load of dawn and dusk
Then he carries my heavy load of dawn and dusk
Who says what I did to my mother
Who says what I did to my mother

I am sorry for the happiness of my life
A memoir from my mother's gift guide
As I was thinking, my dream came true
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
In what way can the color of the world come upon you
In what way can the color of the world come upon you
Better than every mother's precious little mother
Better than every mother's precious little mother
Initiation of my mother's pure heart

                   (by G) *