Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dzeltens Klavesīns, artist - Dons. Album song 100% Svaigs, Vol. 7, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 28.09.2014
Record label: Microphone
Song language: Latvian
Dzeltens Klavesīns(original) |
| Pil tavā kausā mēness vīns |
| Stāv pļavas vidū dzeltens klavesīns |
| Vējš viegli tavus matus jauc |
| Un taurenis uz nakts koncertu sauc |
| Tie vēja pirksti slīd pār taustiņiem |
| Un mani sapņi tevi stīgās sien |
| Kam pieder balss? |
| Kam pieder vārdi šie |
| Tik zināmie, bet nepasacītie? |
| Kam pieder balss? |
| Kam pieder vārdi šie? |
| Krīt lēnām zvaigzne ezerā |
| Tu skaties šajā ēnu baletā |
| Dreb rasā sirds, viz mēness vīns |
| Skan pļavas vidū dzeltens klavesīns |
| Tie vēja pirksti slīd pār taustiņiem |
| Un mani sapņi tevi stīgās sien |
| Kam pieder balss? |
| Kam pieder vārdi šie |
| Tik zināmie, bet nepasacītie? |
| Kam pieder balss? |
| Kam pieder vārdi šie? |
| Tie vēja pirksti slīd pār taustiņiem |
| Pār taustiņiem |
| Un mani sapņi tevi stīgās sien |
| Stīgās sien |
| Kam pieder balss? |
| Kam pieder vārdi šie |
| Tik zināmie, bet nepasacītie? |
| Kam pieder balss? |
| Kam pieder vārdi šie? |
| Vējš viegli tavus matus jauc |
| Un taurenis uz nakts koncertu sauc |
| (translation) |
| Moon wine is pouring into your cup |
| There is a yellow harpsichord in the middle of the meadow |
| The wind lightly confuses your hair |
| And the butterfly is called for a night concert |
| Those wind fingers glide over the keys |
| And my dreams will strike you |
| Who owns the voice? |
| Who owns these words |
| So known but unspoken? |
| Who owns the voice? |
| Who owns these words? |
| A star is slowly falling on the lake |
| You look at this shadow ballet |
| The heart trembles dew, the wine of the moon |
| A yellow harpsichord sounds in the middle of the meadow |
| Those wind fingers glide over the keys |
| And my dreams will strike you |
| Who owns the voice? |
| Who owns these words |
| So known but unspoken? |
| Who owns the voice? |
| Who owns these words? |
| Those wind fingers glide over the keys |
| Over the keys |
| And my dreams will strike you |
| Stringed walls |
| Who owns the voice? |
| Who owns these words |
| So known but unspoken? |
| Who owns the voice? |
| Who owns these words? |
| The wind lightly confuses your hair |
| And the butterfly is called for a night concert |