I WILL BE THE SEA

I'm not a spring, next to a brook,
I boiled out of the bottomless pit.
The thousand-year road, the root of the jiks,
I am wounded by the snowy mountains.

I flowed around the rocks,
Flower spears narrow spike.
I will join the sea one day,
Huge udder, filling cheese.

I ride the rivers,
Run along the rivers.
You can't find a dream, it's the end
A smile of happiness covers my face.

I polish, polish stones,
I think that pirate is wise.
He sharpens his knife,
My grandmother praised and showed me the grandfather.

I overflow the rivers,
Happy to turn into rivers.
I spread joy around,
Language sings of life.

I'm in love, the sea is waiting
I water crops on the road.
Dear Farmer,
My dear, come down and slow down.

Joining in the fun again,
I go forward screaming.
Add and remove tributary children,
My dream is to live in the sea.

The rivers are muddy,
I will reach my goal.
One sip is life-saving
I was a spring, I will be a sea.


O'tkir Mulikboyev Primary education teacher, School 75, Koshrabot District, Samarkand Region, Republic of Uzbekistan