Душа больна [Dusha bol'na] [English translation]

What am I supposed to do, my soul is sick

She doesn't look into my eyes

My love, have you really

Given your heart to another man (x2)

Love is guileful and tender

The rich and poor are equal before it

Both day and night they need

Love of the beautiful moon (x2)

I was told about love

But I'd rather not know about it

You hurt my heart till it bled

Now I'm alone in the world

You hurt my heart till it bled

Now I'm alone in the world

What am I supposed to do, my soul is sick

She doesn't look into my eyes

My love, have you really

Given your heart to another man (x2)

People, tell me what to do

Which doctor to visit

What pills I should take

To stop loving her

No doubt there are many beautiful women

But she is the most precious for me

In her eyes there is a special light

And what's my fault here

In her eyes there is a special light

And what's my fault here

What am I supposed to do, my soul is sick

She doesn't look into my eyes

My love, have you really

Given your heart to another man (x2)

What am I supposed to do, my soul is sick

She doesn't look into my eyes

My love, have you really

Given your heart to another man (x2)

My love, have you really

Given your heart to another man

• Artist:Ulug'bek Rahmatullayev