Lyrics of Kur Ir Mana GalodiņA - Gustavo

Kur Ir Mana GalodiņA (original)

Jautri, un es lūpu kaktiņus kustinu,
Tepatās maliņā stāvot.
Tie, kas agrāk man teica: «Čau, Gustiņ!»
Tagad man saka: «Sveiks, Gustavo!»
Un es uztvert loģiski mēģinu,
Kurš no variantiem būtu labāks,
Ja pēc numeroloģijas rēķina,
Nepāra skaitlis vairāk spēka glabā.
Gribēju, kā labāk, kā stabilāk.
Iebraucu stabili tādā putrā -
Izrādās, to ciparu-burtu tabulu
Lērums kā pozu kamasutrā.
Un ir tik daudz sasteigtu spriedumu,
Kas kaut kā izgaist ar briedumu,
Bet arī tas neliecina par viedumu.
Punkts.
Vai arī komats.
Nesaki «Hop!», pirms neesi pateicis «Hip!».
Hop, hip,
hop.
Labam notikumam seko pretējs,
Un tas notiek ar manevru krasu.
Tie, kas agrāk man vispār neko neteica,
Tagad man saka, ka es zaudēju asumu.
Bet vai es tiešām kādam biju zvērējis
Palikt uz mūžu Gustavo Tobasko?
Gana laika uz naidu biju tērējis,
Tagad citu vilni ķeru ar laso.
Man patīk, ka katram ir viedoklis
Un katrs pie viedokļa turas
Kā pie glābšanas riņķa, bet, piedodiet,
Esam uz sauszemes — citās burās!
Un ir tik daudz sasteigtu spriedumu,
Kas kaut kā izgaist ar briedumu,
Bet arī tas neliecina par viedumu.
Punkts.
Vai arī komats.
Nesaki «Hop!», pirms neesi pateicis «Hip!».
Hop, hip,
hop.
Es
gatavojos, trenējos, esmu ringā,
Atraujos, zaudēju, bet, zini, kā?
Moments pats par sevi nav tūtā,
Piņķeris tajā, kā pats par to jūtas.
Sēžu uz palodzes, čaloju ar minkām,
Plāns uz vakaru kārtībā, bet, zini, kā?
Moments pats par sevi nav super,
Viss kaifs tajā, kā pats to uztver.
Uzsāku biznesu, ap pirkstu tin kā
Lētticīgu bērneli, bet, zini, kā?
Moments pats par sevi nav tūtā,
Piņķeris tajā kā pats par to jūtas.
Mans vārds ir goda plāksnē cinkā,
Katrs, kas pamana, izlasa, bet, zini, kā?
Katrs šāds moments var pārtapt jokā,
Ja es paturu atmiņā to, ka
Ir tik daudz sasteigtu spriedumu,
Kas kaut kā izgaist ar briedumu,
Bet arī tas neliecina par viedumu.
Punkts.
Vai arī komats.
Nesaki «Hop!», pirms neesi pateicis «Hip!».
Hop, hip,
hop.

(translation)

Fun, and I move the corners of my lips,
Standing on the edge here.
Those who used to tell me, "Hi, Gustin!"
Now they say to me, "Hello, Gustav!"
And I logically try,
Which option would be better,
If, at the expense of numerology,
An odd number holds more power.
I wanted as better as more stable.
I steadily entered such a porridge -
It turns out their numeric-alphanumeric table
Depression as a pose in kamasutra.
And there are so many hasty judgments
What somehow fades with maturity,
But that is not a sign of wisdom either.
Point.
Or a comma.
Don't say "Hop!" Until you say "Hip!".
Hop, hip,
hop.
A good event is followed by the opposite,
And it happens with a sharp maneuver.
Those who said nothing to me at all in the past
Now I am told that I have lost my sharpness.
But did I really swear to anyone?
Stay for life Gustav Tobasko?
I've spent quite a bit of time hating
Now I catch another wave with lasso.
I like that everyone has an opinion
And everyone sticks to the point of view
As for the lifeline, but sorry
We are on land - in other sails!
And there are so many hasty judgments
What somehow fades with maturity,
But that is not a sign of wisdom either.
Point.
Or a comma.
Don't say "Hop!" Until you say "Hip!".
Hop, hip,
hop.
Es
I'm getting ready, I'm training, I'm in the ring,
I'm lost, I lost, but you know how?
The moment is not in itself,
Pinker in how he feels about it.
Sitting on the windowsill, chattering with mink,
Plan for the evening, but, you know how?
The moment itself is not super,
It's all about how you perceive it.
I started a business around the finger tin like
Gloomy baby, but, you know how?
The moment is not in itself,
Pinker feels like it about himself.
My name is on the plaque of honor in zinc,
Anyone who notices, reads, but knows how?
Every such moment can turn into a joke,
If I remember that
There are so many hasty judgments
What somehow fades with maturity,
But that is not a sign of wisdom either.
Point.
Or a comma.
Don't say "Hop!" Until you say "Hip!".
Hop, hip,
hop.