Info :
\"In this autobiographical song, Atai Ogonbaev, a famous Kyrgyz bard, recounts his youthful romance with the daughter of a wealthy neighbor. To prevent the girl from marrying a poor musician, her family secretly gave her in marriage to a boy from a distant settlement. Atai composed this song after a fruitless two-year search for his beloved. The performer, Zainidin Imanaliev, exemplifies the qualities of a traditional akyn, who is at once master instrumentalist, singer, poet and entertainer.\"
Lyrics :
I burn, I smoulder like charcoal
I think I'm burning, but there is no smoke.
On the upper part of my heart
There is no spot that is whole.
In the high mountain pass Kan-Jailoo
A cold breeze blows when snow falls.
My dark-eyed one in the wide collar, I burn;
if you know the price of my love, come yourself.
Like a blossoming white poplar
You walk, showing off a white dress.
I have no choice; I cannot be with you
I wander around like a lost young camel.
Like a blossoming silvery poplar
You walk coquettishly in a silvery scarf.
Unable to find a way to be with you,
I am left suffering like a weeping young camel.
