Evləri var xana-xana - There are houses with little rooms
Xalq mahnısı - Folk song
This is a lot of fun to sing. It is really lively and I think should be sung in a funny, flirtatious kind of way. All lines but the last two are sung twice.
Evləri var, ay aman, xana-xana - There houses, oh, with little rooms
Mən kül oldum, ay aman, ay aman, yana-yana. - I am reduced to ashes, oh, I am burning
Obaları, ay aman, oymaq-oymaq. - These hamlets, oh, they are tiny like thimbles
Yalan sözdür, ay aman, ay aman, yardan doymaq. - It is a lie, oh, to say that one can tire of one's beloved
Üzü gülər, ləbi qaymaq.- That smiling face, those lips like cream
Heç olmazmış, ay aman, ay aman, yardan doymaq. - It is impossible, oh, that one would tire of one's beloved
Yalan sözdür, ay aman, ay aman, yardan doymaq. - It is a lie, oh, to say that one can tire of one's beloved
Yalan sözdür, yalan sözdür, yardan doymaq. - It is a lie, it is a lie, that one tires of one's love
Xalq mahnısı - Folk song
This is a lot of fun to sing. It is really lively and I think should be sung in a funny, flirtatious kind of way. All lines but the last two are sung twice.
Evləri var, ay aman, xana-xana - There houses, oh, with little rooms
Mən kül oldum, ay aman, ay aman, yana-yana. - I am reduced to ashes, oh, I am burning
Obaları, ay aman, oymaq-oymaq. - These hamlets, oh, they are tiny like thimbles
Yalan sözdür, ay aman, ay aman, yardan doymaq. - It is a lie, oh, to say that one can tire of one's beloved
Üzü gülər, ləbi qaymaq.- That smiling face, those lips like cream
Heç olmazmış, ay aman, ay aman, yardan doymaq. - It is impossible, oh, that one would tire of one's beloved
Yalan sözdür, ay aman, ay aman, yardan doymaq. - It is a lie, oh, to say that one can tire of one's beloved
Yalan sözdür, yalan sözdür, yardan doymaq. - It is a lie, it is a lie, that one tires of one's love
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