Thursday, August 27, 2009

PAUL PENA lyrics - Sunezin Yry (Soul's Song)



Chidig bizhek khoreem ottu

Chindingneen khan chingney berdi

Oodezhoktung khayy-bile

Olurtup aar salymymny

Oodezhoktung khayy-bile

Olurtup aar salymymny, ergim chonum.



A sharp knife pierces my chest;

Blood pours through my clothes to the ground.

Oh, the cowards!

That such a coward could unfairly ambush me is so sad!



Karaktarym shozu dongdu

Kanchap bardyng bilbezim er

Aldyn amym sadyyzyn|ga

Aryn-nuurung ornaplattar

Aldyn amym sadyyzyn|ga

Aryn-nuurung ornaplattar, chogenchiingni!



I want to look,

But my eyes close anyway.

My life is taken

So meaninglessly.

Woe is me!



Oglen|genden ur-daa bolbaan

Oorushkum boor kadayym kys

Oskus artar tolum bar dep

Olurgen er kayyyn bilir.

Oskus artar tolum bar dep

Olurgen er kayyyn bilir, ergim chonum.



He doesn't even know

That my dear, newlywed wife

And my son will be left alone.

My people, my friends, how sad!



Ogde akym, ezhim-oooorum

Ozheen surbeyn azhaap kang|ar

Kerning|erni bodap chorung|ar

Tyvam kyzy bolbas iyikpe

Kerning|erni bodap chorung|ar

Tyvam kyzy bolbas iyikpe, ergim chonum!



Dear friends, brothers,

Don't avenge this wrongdoing;

Just look after my wife and son for me.

My in-laws, please look after them.



[Instrumental]



Ava Tyvam, oglu-kyzy

Adaannashpayn demin kadyp

Ep-chop-bile choraan bolza

Elekke chop olur dep men,

Ep-chop-bile choraan bolza

Elekke chop olur dep men, ergim chonum!



My motherland, Tuva,

If the sons and daughters lived in peace

I wouldn't have been killed so young,

So meaninglessly, so sad!



Ayyyl chizhin kharap korgen

Aynyng chyryy buldesh didi

Kanchap bilir dirig boor deesh

Kharzhygashtar shuglap turdu,

Kanchap bilir dirig boor deesh

Kharzhygashtar shuglap turdu, ergim chonum!

Ayy, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!



Only the moon was there to see this horror;

Even the snow was sad.

They hoped maybe I was still alive;

The snow covered me like clothes

To protect me from the cold.

I lay there alone, only thinking of the dear wife and son

I was leaving behind.

There, alone, with my song of sadness, I died.


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