Translation of the song lyrics Puteklis - Интарс Бусулис

Puteklis (original)

Kad durvis atveras, puteklis atceras
Kā bija nomiris un atkal piedzimis
Dažādi nieciņi, savādi prieciņi
Balons no ballītes, diedziņš no šallītes
Lietām pieķeros, vietām aizķeros
Tāpēc, ka tik ļoti viss man ir prātā palicis
Sirdspukstu pārsitiens, sajūtu palēciens
Te lūk tu patveries, te tu man atveries
Tagad te dzīvoju, caurvējā plīvoju
Kā laimes luteklis, atmiņu puteklis
Lietām pieķeros, vietām aizķeros
Tāpēc, ka tik ļoti viss man ir prātā palicis
Lūpas tavas smaidošās, krūtis mani gaidošās
Nē, nekas nav noticis, puteklī es pārdzimis
Kāpēc viss ir pārvērties?
Nekas vēl nav man aizmirsies
Kas vadīs šais paslēpēs?
Kas sameklēs, kur tagad mēs?
Pieskaros es spogulim, kur bija
Atspīdums tavs kā pasakā reiz bija
Kāpēc laiks tik griezīgs ir šai stāstā
Kaut apstātos bezgalīgā stāsta
Es par tevi nedomāšu
Es tam ilgi spēkus krāšu
Lietām pieķeros, vietām aizķeros
Tāpēc, ka tik ļoti viss man ir prātā palicis
Lūpas tavas smaidošās
Krūtis mani gaidošās
Nē, nekas nav noticis
Puteklī es pārdzimis
Kad durvis atveras, puteklis atceras
Kā bija nomiris un atkal piedzimis
Dažādi nieciņi, savādi prieciņi
Balons no ballītes, diedziņš no šallītes
Es par tevi nedomāšu
Es tam ilgi spēkus krāšu

Puteklis (translation)

When the door opens, the dust remembers
How he died and was born again
Various little things, strange pleasures
Balloon from a party, thread from a scarf
I get caught up in things, I get caught up in places
Because I have so much in mind
A beating of the heartbeat, a jump in the senses
Here you take refuge, here you open to me
Now I live here, fluttering in the wind
As a lute, a dust of memories
I get caught up in things, I get caught up in places
Because I have so much in mind
Your lips are smiling, your breasts are waiting for me
No, nothing happened, I was reborn in the dust
Why has everything changed?
Nothing yet I will forget
Who will lead these hideouts?
Who will find where we are now?
I touched the mirror where it was
The reflection was yours as it was in a fairy tale
Why time is so sharp in this story
Let's stop at the endless story
I will not think of you
I paint it for a long time
I get caught up in things, I get caught up in places
Because I have so much in mind
Your lips are smiling
Breasts waiting for me
No, nothing happened
I was reborn in the dust
When the door opens, the dust remembers
How he died and was born again
Various little things, strange pleasures
Balloon from a party, thread from a scarf
I will not think of you
I paint it for a long time