By Abduhomidov Doniyorbek
Uzbekistan
Even if you reach out your hand to the moon,
Even if your friends come and go every day,
Even if your lover says sweet words to you,
Ask your father how he is, my friend,
Ask your mother how he is, my friend.
Maybe he is waiting for your ways,
Maybe they are too hard on your love,
Maybe they have suffered a lot from you,
Ask your father how he is, my friend,
Ask your mother how he is, my friend.
He misses your ways every day,
How are they spending their sleepless nights,
If you go today while you are alive,
Ask your father how he is, my friend,
Ask your mother how he is, my friend.
If you need a state, they are your state,
If you need heaven, they are your heaven,
Go to them and ask them,
Ask your father how he is, my friend,
Ask your mother once, my friend.
They are already dressed in a cane,
Maybe their hearts are also wounded,
They are bribes without expecting anything from you,
Ask your father how he is, my friend,
Ask your mother once, my friend.
Before death comes and takes you away one day,
Without leaving you with a few tears,
Without leaving your heart with a wish,
Ask your father how he is, my friend,
Ask your mother once, my friend.
