Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ai, Cik Maigi Uz Sejas Krīt Sniegs, artist - Aivars BrīzeAlbum song Aivars Brīze. Ejam Tālāk!, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 07.10.2015
Record label: Microphone
Song language: Latvian
Ai, Cik Maigi Uz Sejas Krīt Sniegs(original) |
Ai, cik maigi uz sejas krīt sniegs! |
Tā kā dūnas no eņģeļa spārna |
Ai, cik saldi smeldz pirksti, kad atsilst! |
Ai, cik mīlīgi kājas man salst! |
Dieviņ, dod jel kādu sērsnu |
Kur sagriezt man rokas |
Tā, lai asinis nopil uz sniega |
Tā, lai asaras sasalst uz vaiga |
Tā, lai ieraugu pats savu elpu |
Tā, lai jūtu — patiesi es dzīvs! |
Ai, cik maigi uz sejas krīt sniegs! |
Tā kā dūnas no eņģeļa spārna |
Ai, cik saldi smeldz pirksti, kad atsilst! |
Ai, cik mīlīgi kājas man salst! |
Dieviņ, redzi kā te novelvē sudraba rotas |
Kā te nosulbē sudraba sakta |
Jo tām vairāk nav sudraba salnas |
Jo tām vairāk nav sudraba birzes |
Jo tām vairs nav kur sudrabu ņemt! |
Dieviņ, dod jel kādu sērsnu |
Kur sagriezt man rokas |
Tā, lai asinis nopil uz sniega |
Tā, lai asaras sasalst uz vaiga |
Tā, lai ieraugu pats savu elpu |
Tā, lai jūtu — patiesi es dzīvs! |
Ai, cik maigi uz sejas krīt sniegs! |
Tā kā dūnas no eņģeļa spārna |
Ai, cik saldi smeldz pirksti, kad atsilst! |
Ai, cik mīlīgi kājas man salst! |
(translation) |
Oh, how gently the snow falls on the face! |
Because down from an angel's wing |
Oh, how sweetly your fingers tingle when they warm up! |
Oh, how lovely my feet are freezing! |
God, give me some sulfur |
Where to cut my hands |
So that the blood drips on the snow |
So that the tears freeze on the cheek |
So that I can see my own breath |
So that I feel - truly I am alive! |
Oh, how gently the snow falls on the face! |
Because down from an angel's wing |
Oh, how sweetly your fingers tingle when they warm up! |
Oh, how lovely my feet are freezing! |
Oh god, look how the silver jewelry is rolling down here |
How does the silver brooch sound here? |
Because they don't have silver frost anymore |
Because they don't have silver groves anymore |
Because they have nowhere to take silver! |
God, give me some sulfur |
Where to cut my hands |
So that the blood drips on the snow |
So that the tears freeze on the cheek |
So that I can see my own breath |
So that I feel - truly I am alive! |
Oh, how gently the snow falls on the face! |
Because down from an angel's wing |
Oh, how sweetly your fingers tingle when they warm up! |
Oh, how lovely my feet are freezing! |