Translation of the song lyrics Gara diena - BrainStorm

Gara diena (original)

Gara, gara diena,
Saulrietā ļaujiet man paliekt vienam.
Dodiet laiku,
Atrast soli nākamam pakāpienam.
Piedz.
Gara,
gara čuska,
Manā ābelē vienīgo ābolu sargā.
Un neaizver acis
Ne vasarā, ne ziemā bargā.
Manas domas un lūpas,
Tik pie ābola rītos un vakaros tiecas.
Un varbūt pat labi,
Ka nekad līdz tam arī neaizsniedzas.
Gara, gara dzīve,
Gara un grūta kā celsa un būta.
Bet es mācos dienu,
Nodzīvot kā dzīvi vienu.
Piedz.
Gara, gara čuska,
Manā ābelē vienīgo ābolu sargā.
Un neaizver acis,
Ne vasarā, ne ziemā bargā.
Manas domas un lūpas,
Tik pie ābola rītos un vakaros tiecas.
Un varbūt pat labi,
Ka nekad līdz tam arī neaizsniedzas.
Gara, gara dziesma,
Katrai dziesmai reiz pienāk beigas.
Bet man ir šī diena,
Kuru nodzīvot ar prieku bez steigas.
Piedz.
Gara, gara čuska,
Manā ābelē vienīgo ābolu sargā.
Un neaizver acis,
Ne vasarā, ne ziemā bargā.
Manas domas un lūpas,
Tik pie ābola rītos un vakaros tiecas.
Un varbūt pat labi,
Ka nekad līdz tam arī neaizsniedzas.
Gara, gara diena,
Saulrietā ļaujiet man palikt vienam.

(translation)

Long, long day,
At sunset let me be alone.
Give me time
Find the step to the next step.
Piedz.
Gara,
gara chuska,
The only apple in my apple tree is guarded.
And don't close your eyes
Neither in summer nor in winter harsh.
My thoughts and lips
So tends to the apple in the mornings and evenings.
And maybe even good,
That has never been reached before.
Long, long life,
Long and hard as it was.
But I study the day
Live like a living one.
Piedz.
Gara, gara chuska,
The only apple in my apple tree is guarded.
And don't close your eyes
Neither in summer nor in winter harsh.
My thoughts and lips
So tends to the apple in the mornings and evenings.
And maybe even good,
That has never been reached before.
Long, long song,
Every song comes to an end once and for all.
But I have this day
Which to live with joy without hurry.
Piedz.
Gara, gara chuska,
The only apple in my apple tree is guarded.
And don't close your eyes
Neither in summer nor in winter harsh.
My thoughts and lips
So tends to the apple in the mornings and evenings.
And maybe even good,
That has never been reached before.
Long, long day,
At sunset let me be alone.