Lyrics of Skopuļa Serenāde - Labvēlīgais Tips

Skopuļa Serenāde (original)

Reiz dzīvoja Skrundā seši taupīgi brāli
Taupības nolūkos piedzima reizē pa trim
Vienā klasē tie mācījās atņemt un dalīt
Uz sešiem tie izdzēra piecdesmit gramus no simts
Aiz skopuma sieviete brāļiem bij' kopīga viena
To lietoja bračka, kurš iznāca pirmais no trim
Pārējie rakstīja vēstules mātei uz Ķīnu
Un iedzēra taupīgi piecdesmit gramus no simts
Bet varēja būt savādāk
Ja viņu vietā būtu piedzimusi kaut vai tikai viena māsa
Un likten’s paliek parādā un stāsta mums par to
Ka varavīksnei pietrūkusi viena krāsa
Taupības nolūkos ēda tie indīgas sēnes
Drēbes tie valkāja pārmaiņus divi no trim
Ne pie viena tie negāja ciemos, jo tas bija dārgi
Labāk iedzēra mājās tos piecdesmit gramus no simts
Bet varēja būt savādāk
Ja viņu vietā būtu piedzimusi kaut vai tikai viena māsa
Un likten’s paliek parādā un stāsta mums par to
Ka varavīksnei pietrūkusi viena krāsa
Bet varēja būt savādāk
Ja viņu vietā būtu piedzimusi kaut vai tikai viena māsa
Un likten’s paliek parādā un stāsta mums par to
Ka varavīksnei pietrūkusi viena krāsa

(translation)

Six frugal brothers once lived in Skrunda
In order to save money, three were born at a time
In one class, they learned to subtract and divide
At six they drank fifty grams out of a hundred
Out of greed, the woman brothers had one thing in common
It was used by a bracka who came out first out of three
The others wrote letters to their mother in China
And drank fifty grams of a hundred
But it could have been different
If only one sister had been born in their place
And destiny remains in debt and tells us about it
That the rainbow was missing one color
They ate poisonous mushrooms to save money
The clothes they wore alternately two out of three
They did not visit anyone, because it was expensive
Fifty grams out of a hundred drank at home
But it could have been different
If only one sister had been born in their place
And destiny remains in debt and tells us about it
That the rainbow was missing one color
But it could have been different
If only one sister had been born in their place
And destiny remains in debt and tells us about it
That the rainbow was missing one color