Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Laiks , by - Jumprava. Song from the album Inkarmo, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.2004
Record label: Platforma
Song language: Latvian
Laiks(original) |
| Viņš neprot visus viņas jokus |
| Viņš stundām ilgi nenokāpj no koka |
| Tik ļoti, ļoti bail ir viņam tagad lejā kāpt |
| Pēc viņas dzejoļiem no rītiem viņam galva sāp |
| Tik ļoti ļoti bail ir viņam tagad lejā kāpt |
| Pēc viņas dzejoļiem no rītiem viņam galva sāp |
| Viņš piedzima baltā buru laivā |
| Tad viņa nāca liktenīgi naiva |
| Viens tikai prātā, ņemt un viņa ugunskuru dzēst |
| Krīt jūrā mēness un grib lidojošās zivis ēst |
| Viens tikai prātā, ņemt un viņa ugunskuru dzēst |
| Krīt jūra mēness un grib lidojošas zivis ēst |
| Laiks paliek vēsāks |
| Nāk no jūras |
| Tas jūras vējus |
| Laiks iekals mūros |
| Viņš meklē sev godīgāku ceļu |
| Viņš saraujas un tā kā bumba veļas |
| Nāk vējš no jūras, uzmācīgi galvā sīc |
| Aust viņai acis jauns un spilgti melīgs rīts |
| Bez zemteksta, divdomīga smīna |
| Un publikas, kas uzmācīgi brīnās |
| Viņš nu ir gatavs strīdu šo līdz galam nokārtot |
| Bet viņa sen jau stingri nolēmusi nepiedot |
| Laiks paliek vēsāks |
| Nāk no jūras |
| Tas jūras vējus |
| Laiks iekals mūros |
| (translation) |
| He doesn't know all her jokes |
| He doesn't get off the tree for hours |
| So very, very afraid of him now climbing down |
| After her poems in the morning, his head hurts |
| So very scared he has to climb down now |
| After her poems in the morning, his head hurts |
| He was born in a white sailing boat |
| Then she came fatally naive |
| One just mind to take and extinguish his campfire |
| The moon is falling in the sea and wants to eat flying fish |
| One just mind to take and extinguish his campfire |
| The sea is falling and wants flying fish to eat |
| The weather is getting colder |
| Comes from the sea |
| It's sea winds |
| Time will hang in the wall |
| He is looking for a fairer way |
| He shrinks and so the ball washes |
| The wind is coming from the sea, it is bothering me |
| Weave her eyes young and bright lying morning |
| Without a subtext, an ambiguous grin |
| And audiences that are intrusive |
| He is now ready to settle the dispute |
| But she has long decided not to forgive |
| The weather is getting colder |
| Comes from the sea |
| It's sea winds |
| Time will hang in the wall |