Brainstorm — Par podu song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Par podu" by Brainstorm.
Lyrics
Pa pasauli mūsu, kur viss ir tik strauji
Mašīnas rūc un pagalmos ir kaujas
Lēni, lēni, Atis ceļu mēro
Uz pagasta centru ar kumeliņu bēro
Čīkstēja rati un vērojot skatu
Viņšpieglauda matus, un padomāja: «āāā,
Vēl jātiek līdz tirgum, jāpaņem pirkumi
Jāpabaro zirgu, nu, kaut kātā…»
Garāmbraucēji taurēun sauc
Apdzen pajūgu, riepas tik kauc, lai kauc
Garāmbraucēji taurēun sauc
Stūri rausta un uzacis rauc, lai rauc
Miests aiz miesta, viss iet kāpa sviestu
Līdz vajadzības spiests Atis liek zirgam stāt
Stāv, kaut ko bakstās, redz māla podu
Domā: «kas tas tāds?», un pieiet tam klāt
Tai podābij'lati, tas Atim sāk patikt
Viņšpieglauda matus, un padomāja: «wow
Te atlikt var tirgu, laist vaļāzirgu
Ir iespēju virkne», un priekāsāk kaukt
Garāmbraucēji taurēun sauc
«Ko viņšstāv, te stāvēt nav ļauts!», nav ļauts
Garāmbraucēji taurēun sauc
«Nē, tu paskaties, vai tas nav viens pauts?», jānav
Bet tie, kam vēl uz lūpām piens
Vai mācīt var un spriest
Par to vai katrs pagrieziens
Ir tas, kur iekšāgriest?
Bet tie, kam vēl uz lūpām piens
Vai mācīt var un spriest
Par to vai katrs pagrieziens
Ir tas, kur iekšāgriest?
Hm… tātad podābij'lati, kas Atim tāpatīk
Bet pirms palaist zirgu
No priekiem tiek žirgts
Viņšapsēdās mirkli pasapņot kā:
Viņšpaņemtu podu, pa taisno uz bodi
Pie smalkākāskrodera, kur jaunākās modes
Un tie, kas man koda, nu atdos man godu
Ja izspruktu lode, es izbēgtu sodus
Bet redz, kas par jodu, kur dālderi rodas
Parādās kodes un kāds mani nodos
Kaut ar zin’vienalga, jo nauda tak valda
Un man tak būs dāmas, tās burvīgās dāmas
Bet tām līdzi drāmas, un nav dzīves rāmas
Un nav dzīves rāmas???
Attapās Atis jau tikai pie ratiem
Bez poda un latiem, vēl brīdi viņšstāv
Pārdomās klusi, atskatījās drusku
Tad pārmeta krustu un atsāka braukt
Bet tie, kam vēl uz lūpām piens
Vai mācīt var un spriest
Par to vai katrs pagrieziens
Ir tas, kur iekšāgriezt?
Čīkstēja rati uz lielceļa platā
Un zirgs galvu kratot padomāja: «āāā
Jau tuvojas nakts, vēl jāaizved Atis
Jo kur viņšviens pats, nu kaut kātā…»
Lyrics translation
Through the world of our, where everything is so fast
Machines growl and yards are fighting
Slow, slow, Atis road measured
To the parish center with a filly funeral
Squeaking chariot and watching the view
He lightened his hair, and thought: "Oh!,
Still have to get to the market, take purchases
Must feed the horse, well, somethingit…»
Passers-by trumpetand called
Overtaking the cart, the tires so howl to howl
Passers-by trumpetand called
Corners Twitch and eyebrows twitch to Twitch
Mead behind the Mead, everything goes dune butter
Until needs compelled Atis forces the horse to stand
Stands, digs something, sees a clay pot
Think, " what's that?", and approach it present
It's good, it's starting to please.
He lightened his hair, and thought: "wow
Here postpone May market, put on whale horses
There is a string of options", and joybegins to howl
Passers-by trumpetand called
"What he stands for, it's not allowed to stand here!"not allowed
Passers-by trumpetand called
"No, you look, isn't that one pout?', janav
But those who still have milk on their lips
Whether to teach can and judge
On this or every turn
Is where incut?
But those who still have milk on their lips
Whether to teach can and judge
On this or every turn
Is where incut?
Hm ... so podabij'lati, who Atim like
But before you run the horse
From the pleasures of being vivacious
He sat down for a moment to dream like:
He would take the pot, straight to the bodysuit
At the subtlestkroder, where the latest fashion
And those who Code me will now give me honor
If I hit a bullet, I'd escape penalties
But see what about iodine, where dahlias occur
Moths appear and someone will betray me
Something with knowin ' anyway, because money tak Reigns
And I will tak the ladies, those charming ladies
But they carry with them dramas, and there is no serene life
And there is no serene life???
Found Atis already just at the cart
Without pot and lats, another moment he stands
Thought quietly, looked back a little
Then crossed the cross and resumed the ride
But those who still have milk on their lips
Whether to teach can and judge
On this or every turn
Is where incut?
Squeaked carriage on the highway wide
And the horse, shaking his head, thought: "Ah!
Already approaching night, still need to take Atis
Because where he alone, well somehow…»