Translation of the song lyrics Yo'q - Konsta

Yo'q (original)

Kayfiyatim no’l
Kayfiyatim no’l
Yo’limda boraman hech kimni ko’rish niyatim yo’q
Yo’q, niyatim yo’q
Yo’q, niyatim yo’q, shu sabab ko’zda ochki va tanladim eng yaqin yo’l
Menga hech kim gapirmasada bugun
Insta ham jonga tegdi, dab bo’gur
Telegramda miyyadan berar maktab o’quvchisi
Meni tanib qosangam chetga qarab o’tovir
Ey ey, qizi qizi menga qiziqmas bu ertak
Mayda chuyda savollaring kerakmas bu yerda
Xaqiqatdanam axvolim qiziqmasku yetar
Ko’nglingni ochmagin keragi yo’q maskengni taq
Yo’q, ko’rmiman, hech kimni.
Yo’q, hislardan kechkanman
Lekin bu safar anglamadim nima bo’ldi
Yoki u bomba yoki men o’chganman
Yo’q, ko’rmiman, hech kimni.
Yo’q, hislardan kechkanman
Lekin bu safar anglamadim nima bo’ldi
Yoki u bomba yoki men o’chganman
Unga tengi yo’q
Yo’q, unga tengi yo’q
Yangiladi hislarimni unga tengi yo’q
Unga tengi yo’q
Yo’q, unga tengi yo’q
Parchaladi muzlarimni unga tengi yo’q
Bu qizaloq xuddi lambo
Menga srochno kerak plan B
Men uchun butun olam bo’b
Egalladi hayolim
Qizaloq xuddi magnit
Tortadi, xuddi metal
Oldin zo’rg’a bergan bit
Yurak chalar instrumental
Bu qizaloq supper hit
Uni muhlislari mingta
Xatto xatto, wunderkind
Qiynalar tarifingda
U million
Va bitta millionda
U million
Uni boshqa hili yo’q

Yo'q (translation)

My spirit is undone—
My spirit is adrift—
I tread my narrow path, blind to the world, resolved to see none—
No, I bear no intent—
No, I bear no intent; thus, behind tinted glass, I choose the nearest way—
Though silence rings about me, no words find me today,
Even the gilded shimmer of Insta has soured to dust on my tongue,
And on Telegram, a schoolboy hurls his mind like chalk against the pane,
Should you know my face, just turn your gaze and let me wander by—
No, maiden, this tale’s woven silk holds no sway over me—
No trifling questions—scatter them like crumbs, they wither here—
Truly, my plight, odd as it is, fails to stir me—enough—
No need to bare your soul, keep the mask, let the wind pass—
No, no faces do I see—
No, I have forsworn all feeling—
Yet this once, the riddle slipped me by, what broke inside?—
Was it you, a thunderclap, or have I guttered to ash?—
No, no faces do I see—
No, I have forsworn all feeling—
Yet this once, the riddle slipped me by, what broke inside?—
Was it you, a thunderclap, or have I guttered to ash?—
She stands alone, peerless—
No, none beside her, none—
She rekindles my senses, none are her equal—
She stands alone, peerless—
No, none beside her, none—
She shatters my frozen armor—none compare—
This girl—a Lambo’s flash beneath midnight streetlights—
I crave at once a plan B—my skin craves rescue—
For me, she swells to world’s edge—
She lays siege to the citadel of my mind—
A girl, a magnet—
She reels me in as iron is wed to the earth—
Once, the rhythm faltered, notes withheld—
Now my heart drums an unending fugue—
This girl—a supernova hit,
Her acolytes—a thousand strong—
And yet, a wunderkind, blazing singular—
Even praise stumbles, tongue-tied by her form—
She is a million—
And among millions, one—
She is a million—
There is none other cast in her likeness—