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همخوان:

Joy

[Verse 1]
I tightened my belt and wore my traditional Turkmen clothes
I got on my horse, and asked: Where do we go?
What do I do? I closed my eyes, and told myself:
It’s a good world
I rode my horse

The wind! Blow on my face, 
Come into my brain and cut off negative thoughts
The wind! Wish you keep blowing like this
Wish you made my wishes come true

The breath! Come in and come out again
Make me fresh
My horse! Ride faster, let the ground be taken apart!
Sweat comes down, my ears can’t hear
Fairies all around me, as if I’m in a dream
But I’m not asleep, although I’m not awake either
Whatever it was, the effect is gone now

If one has evil in them, it doesn’t matter if they’re covered in gold
Because one day the gold will fall off
I’ll keep going, I’ll keep going, I’ll keep going
The sun has entered the area with a hot scream

The stars has entered too, but they clap and laugh
The moon is like a record player shining on the sea
The clouds! It’s your turn to enter and make sound effects with your thunder

 [Chorus]
Owha, Owya!
I am still pure, write it down in history
I spin around and dance, preserve my traditions
I still consult my tribe, and rip apart my enemies

 [Verse 2]
I ride, even though the mirage is up ahead
My road is dark but I keep finding the light
The Northern star shows me the way however
I keep getting stuck on this road, thousands of times

Blood runs down my legs, the sun is up
My horse is tired and I’m more tired than my horse
Where am I going? I don’t know but I keep at it
No rest, no pauses, life goes on and many things are given up on

 I am aware of this, and I am completely fine
The world is mine, I live in the moment
I am called Zaman (time) but I don’t care about time
I am on my way to fight the evil
I’m on my way to fight the evil
Me myself and I
My fire with my ashes
My tongue with my talk
My soul with my eye
This sea is deep, and the shore is far
Many die on this path but the ones who swim can make it to the end

But it’s not important to make it there
I fell in a well
I planted seeds
I enjoyed everything I did
I put aside anger
And closed my eyes
And found myself

 [Chorus]
Owha, Owya!
I am still pure, write it down in history
I spin around and dance, preserve my traditions
I still consult my tribe, and rip apart my enemies