Translation of the song lyrics mate - Kaspars Dimiters

mate (original)

Vīrs, kas senāk ziedus Gaujā kaisīja
Vakar linu virves cilpu taisīja
Svešam pārdots tīrums, vēl svešākam mežs
Viss kas bija toreiz — šoreiz jau ir svešs
Debesis caur jumtu raugās istabā
Izmisums ir kaprīzs — grib lai izdabā
Nenāk prieks pēc litra, ne pēc diviem nāk
Tā, kā bija toreiz, šoreiz nesanāk
Sieva purva dzelmē, palicis vien grozs
Dēls aiz restēm Rīgā, meita Rietumos
Šūpulīša vraks sen pažobelē pūst
Toreiz bij' kā toreiz, šoreiz — būs kā būs
Kampa viņš reiz bisi, zagli galēt nost
Tumsā ņēmās lode paša suni kost
Palicis bez drauga, sāka virvi vīt
Tas, kā bija toreiz, šoreiz nebūs rīt
Kaktā nokvēpusi mātes bildīte:
Būt par bildi viegli — dzīvot gan vairs ne
Ja tu satiec Dievu lūdz lai piedod māt
Toreiz biji līdzās — šoreiz neesi klāt
Atmirdz caurā jumtā savāds blāzmojums
Virves galu rokā vīrs to vēro drūms
Pēkšņi gaismā atskan mātes vārds tik maigs:
Toreiz viss vēl priekšā - šoreiz citāds laiks
Krīt no rokas virve — sirdī dzēliens ass
Mātes glāstam vīrs kā bērniņš padodas:
Ne sev pašam dzīvi, ne sev nāvi lemt
Toreiz tevi devu — šoreiz nāku ņemt
Māte to caur jumtu paceļ gaisos līdz
Kur to gaida sieva, suns un mūžīgs rīts
Lejā paliek virve — vienīgs liecinieks
Toreiz biji derīgs — šoreiz esi lieks

mate (translation)

The man who used to scatter flowers in Gauja
Yesterday the loop of the linen rope was made
A field was sold to a stranger, a forest to an even stranger
Everything that was then is already foreign this time
The sky looks into the room through the roof
Despair is capricious - it wants to indulge
Happiness does not come after a liter, nor after two
The way it was then, it is not happening this time
The wife is at the bottom of the swamp, only the basket remains
Son behind bars in Riga, daughter in West
The wreckage of the cradle has long been rotting away
Then it was as it was then, this time it will be as it will be
In the camp, he will shoot once, to kill the thief
In the dark, the bullet started biting the dog itself
Left without a friend, he began to twist the rope
What was then will not be tomorrow this time
Mother's picture smoldering in the corner:
Being a picture is easy - living is not
If you meet God, ask him to forgive you
You were there then - you're not here this time
A strange glare flashes in the hole in the roof
The man with the end of the rope in his hand watches it grimly
Suddenly, the mother's name sounds so soft in the light:
Back then, everything is still ahead - this time is a different time
A rope falls from the hand - a stinging arrow in the heart
A husband like a child surrenders to his mother's caress:
To decide neither life nor death for oneself
I gave you then - this time I come to take you
The mother lifts it through the roof into the air
Where a wife, a dog and an eternal morning await
A rope remains below, the only witness
You were good then - you're redundant this time