Curse Ov Dialect Uzbeki Westerns
[Verse 1: August the 2nd]
Pack my bags in a canvas satchel
Pour some water in a goat skin drink bottle
Let's prepare for an overnight journey
With little aid from a motor vehicle
Just me my friends and i
Couple of partners by my sides now
I walk the scenic route
Through muddy trails wearing dusty desert boots
[Verse 1: Atarungi]
Horizons broaden as hindrance shortens
A voyage of rediscovery envelopes me
Previous circumstances rapidly deteriorate to stimulate an awakened occasion
Perseverance and self examination alleviates truth
From contemplation desolate
And barren canyons swell with perspiration
No path with heart comes with ease
Silver dreams and golden hopes
Channel moisture across our planetscopes
A gentle shower of rain
Replenish like a kiss
Precious oasis at magical depths
I'll caress your emptiness while reminiscing times I've missed
A future's wish
