Ishga Ertalab | Early Morning Work | Uzbek Music 2025

Описание: Uzbek:
[Kirish | Intro]
Hamma uxlayapti — men esa uyg‘oq,
Qo‘llarimda sovuq, yuragimda yog‘dali tong.
Bu hayot o‘zi oson emas, bilaman,
Lekin bu non — halol, bu yo‘l — meniki, ukam.

[1-Qator | Verse 1]
Ertalab to‘rtda soat chalinadi,
Uxlash istagi — yuragimda qoladi.
Qo‘l yuvaman, choy damlayman, jim,
O‘ylayman: “Bugun ham mehnatim baraka keltirsin.”

Mashina kutaman qorong‘ida,
Ish kiyimim — ko‘p yillik, ammo or bilan tikilgan.
Ko‘cha jim — lekin men uyg‘oqman,
Uyimda bolam uxlaydi — shuning uchun kurashaman.

[Qaytarish | Chorus]
Ishga ertalab — bu mening duoyim,
Har non bo‘lagi — mening tirishqoqligim, hayotim.
Men boy emasman — lekin g‘ururim bor,
Men har tongda uyg‘onaman — bilib, bu yo‘l shonli, sabrli, bardavom.

[2-Qator | Verse 2]
Ish joyim — zavod, chang, ba’zida sovuq,
Lekin yuragim issiq, niyatim to‘g‘ri, yo‘lim uzun.
Ustozim aytgan: “Mehnat erkakni yasaydi,”
Men esa har kun o‘zimni shu mehnatda bosqichma-bosqich qurayman.

Na do‘stlar ko‘p, na vaqt qulay,
Ammo har bir halol soat — Allohga yaqinman, shunday.
Kimdir ishni past deb qaraydi,
Men esa har nonni duo bilan olib kelaman — iftixorim halol.

[Qaytarish | Chorus]
Ishga ertalab — bu mening duoyim,
Har non bo‘lagi — mening tirishqoqligim, hayotim.
Men boy emasman — lekin g‘ururim bor,
Men har tongda uyg‘onaman — bilib, bu yo‘l shonli, sabrli, bardavom.

[3-Qator | Verse 3]
Kundalik hayot — boshqalarga oddiy,
Ammo men uchun bu yo‘l — yuragimdagi iymonli hodis.
Bolam bir kun “Dada, sizga faxrlanaman” desa,
Men bilaman — bu har tong turishim bejiz emas.

Qor yog‘sa ham, yomg‘ir bo‘lsa ham,
Men boraman — sabr bilan, og‘riq bilan, ammo ishonch bilan.
Chunki men bilaman — bu yo‘l yomon emas,
Bu yo‘l — halollik, bu yo‘l — erkaklik, bu yo‘l — mehr bilan o‘sadi bas.

[Yakun | Final Chorus]
Ishga ertalab — bu mening kurashim,
Har qadammda duo, har nafasda fidoyim.
Men boy emasman — lekin erkakman,
Men har tong uyg‘onaman — orzularim uchun, farzandlarim uchun, hammaning ismi yo‘q yuraklar uchun.

English:
[Intro]
Everyone’s asleep — but I’m awake,
Cold in my hands, but dawn light in my heart.
This life isn’t easy, I know it well,
But this bread is honest, this road is mine, my brother.

[Verse 1]
At four in the morning, the alarm rings,
Sleep still lingers — but I leave it behind.
Wash my hands, brew the tea, in silence,
I whisper: “Let my labor bring blessing again today.”

I wait for the ride in darkness,
My work uniform — worn, but stitched with pride.
The streets are quiet — but I’m wide awake,
My child sleeps at home — that’s why I fight.

[Chorus]
To work in the morning — that’s my prayer,
Every piece of bread — a symbol of my effort, my care.
I’m not rich — but I hold my pride,
I rise each morning — walking a path of honor, patience, and life.

[Verse 2]
My job — a factory, with dust and cold,
But my heart stays warm, my purpose bold.
My mentor said: “Hard work builds a man,”
And I’m building myself with every shift, every span.

Few friends, little time,
But every honest hour draws me closer to the divine.
Some look down on this kind of job,
But I bring home my bread with a prayer — and that’s my pride.

[Chorus]
To work in the morning — that’s my prayer,
Every piece of bread — a symbol of my effort, my care.
I’m not rich — but I hold my pride,
I rise each morning — walking a path of honor, patience, and life.

[Verse 3]
To others, daily life may seem plain,
But to me, this path is faith-driven and sustained.
If one day my child says, “Dad, I’m proud of you,”
Then I’ll know — every early morning was worth pushing through.

Snow may fall, rain may pour,
Still I go — with patience, pain, and hope at my core.
Because I know — this path is not shame,
It’s honesty, manhood, and love that lights its flame.

[Final Chorus]
To work in the morning — this is my fight,
With every step a prayer, every breath a sacrifice.
I’m not rich — but I’m a man,
I rise each morning — for my dreams, for my children,
For every name-less, working heart again.