Translation of the song lyrics Par podu - BrainStorm

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… »