Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Par podu, artist - BrainStorm. Album song Tur kaut kam ir jābūt, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 12.05.2008
Record label: Prāta Vētras skaņu ierakstu kompānija
Song language: Latvian
Par podu(original) |
| 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…» |
| (translation) |
| In the world of ours, where everything is so fast |
| Cars are roaring and there are battles in the yards |
| Slowly, slowly, Atis measures his way |
| Go to the center of the parish with a chamomile |
| Squats and watching the view |
| He slapped his hair and thought, "Aha, |
| You still have to go to the market, take your purchases |
| You have to feed the horse, well, at least ātā » |
| Passers-by call the trumpet |
| Drive the car, so that the tires are too loud |
| Passers-by call the trumpet |
| The corners are twitched and the eyebrows are twitched to twitch |
| City after city, everything goes up in butter |
| Atis, pushed as needed, makes the horse stand |
| Standing, digging, sees a clay pot |
| Think, "What's that?" And approach it |
| She podābij'lati, Atim is starting to like it |
| He slapped his hair and thought, «wow |
| Here you can postpone the market, release a horse |
| There are a number of possibilities »and it is better to cry |
| Passers-by call the trumpet |
| "What he stands for is not allowed to stand here!", Is not allowed |
| Passers-by call the trumpet |
| "No, you see, isn't that a paut?" |
| But those who still have milk on their lips |
| Can teach and judge |
| About whether or not every turn |
| Is this the inner ceiling? |
| But those who still have milk on their lips |
| Can teach and judge |
| About whether or not every turn |
| Is this the inner ceiling? |
| Hm… so podābij'lati, which Atim likes |
| But before you run the horse |
| It is a joy to ride |
| He sat down to dream for a moment as: |
| He would take the pot, straight to the body |
| At the finest croder, where the latest fashions |
| And those who code me will give me honor |
| If I run out of bullets, I would escape penalties |
| But see what about iodine where dallers occur |
| Moths appear and someone will hand me over |
| Although it doesn't matter, its benefits are in control |
| And I will have ladies, those charming ladies |
| But they bring with them drama, and there is no serenity of life |
| And no life quiet ??? |
| Atis just got behind the cart |
| Besides the toilet and lats, he is still standing |
| Reflected quietly, looked back a little |
| Then he was rebuked and resumed driving |
| But those who still have milk on their lips |
| Can teach and judge |
| About whether or not every turn |
| Is this where to cut in? |
| Squats on the highway wide |
| And the horse shook his head, and said, Ah |
| Night is approaching, Atis has yet to be taken away |
| Because wherever he is, somewhere in the stalk… » |