You the girl, having morning splash,
Being short like a cutie brain,
Na Na Na it’s real dream,
Ha Ha Ha it’s happening again.

She’s the one, who woke me in rain,
Mourning high like an alarm ringing,
Well Well Well she’s my di’s friend,
Ohu Ohu Ohu she has done it again.

Little baby, rising eye braw in specs,
Making up for foreign aiming,
La La La it’s my sister girl,
He He He I forgot to regain.

Yeah, I like it, the way you move on the way,
Walking long like a saint urging,
Ahh Ahh Ahh she’s pretty on the floor,
Shh Shh Shh don’t tell it again.

She and I, having a synchro strain,
Being a bro like a well-wisher at shore,
Peep Peep Peep it’s coming in a shade,
All All All I am her admire speaking.

Some call it "Allawee"
Compensation or gratuity
If you can it appreciation
And I call it "Thanks for coming"
Does it make less of a gamer?

What do you call it?
The money offered after ***
I heard they call it exchange
But everything "Prostitution noo ni"
*** allowance or sevice charge
It is a service you offered

The Easterners call it "Ego oil"
Sometimes they prefer "Ego ohu"
"Ego come next time"
Insurers call it premium
Bankers call it facility

It can come in phones
Cars, rent or school fees
Ilegality cannot legalise ilegality
The morale not withstanding
Because with postinor allowance
It's welcome to the league

Either way my dear
Prostitution comes in shades
They receive doses of tablets
Take you to the mountain top
All services fully paid for

The sugarcandy comes with a prize
But you've got to pay the prize
You receive the ink in  a funky plate
Get to Paris and back
Get laid and paid
You are officially a *** worker

*** for grade, grade for ***
*** for employment, *** for promotion
*** to close deals and gratification
My Dear, you are a *******
The oracle have spoken

by Mahzuna Rustamova

I traveled on the shoulders of clouds,
Faced the sky, my eyes set ablaze.
In that serenity, so deep and profound,
I turned into a breeze, lost in the haze.

I traveled on the shoulders of clouds,
While birds watched me with silent envy.
A rare calm settled into my soul,
And smiles built mansions across my face gently.

I traveled on the shoulders of clouds,
And turned to rain to touch your face.
Your arched brows, rose-cheeks, deer-eyes —
To your dagger-lashes, I gave my grace.

I traveled on the shoulders of clouds,
Became a wind and caressed your hair.
I brushed your cheek, inhaled your breath,
And asked God for an eternal pair.

I traveled on the shoulders of clouds,
Poured my moonlight along your path.
Oh, my beloved, my proud serene rose,
Let’s hold onto joy, beyond all wrath.


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🇺🇿 Bulutlar kiftida etdim sayohat

© Mahzuna Rustamova

Bulutlar kiftida etdim sayohat,
Samoga yuz tutdim, koʻzlarim yonib.
His qilib oʻzgacha, sokin halovat,
Saboga aylandim, oʻzimdan tonib.

Bulutlar kiftida etdim sayohat,
Qushlar hasad bilan boqib qolishdi.
Koʻnglimga toʻlarkan ajib farogʻat,
Tabbasum yuzimga uylar solishdi.

Bulutlar kiftida etdim sayohat,
Yomgʻirga aylanib yuzingga boqdim.
Ogʻma qosh, gʻuncha yuz, ohu koʻzlaring,
Xanjar kipriklarga oʻzimni osdim.

Bulutlar kiftida etdim sayohat,
Shamolga aylanib soching siladim.
Yuzingga urildim, nafasing tuydim,
Ollohdan bir boqiy umr tiladim.

Bulutlar kiftida etdim sayohat
Oy boʻlib nurim sochdim yoʻlingga.
Ey, sanamim, sarvari erkam,
Baxtni tutdim, ketdik qoʻlingga.