Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lauku Ģurķis Rīgas Tirgū, artist - Nora Bumbiere. Album song Joku Dziesmas, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Microphone
Song language: Latvian
Lauku Ģurķis Rīgas Tirgū(original) |
Vasaras vidū, gurķus plūcot, muļķa gurķīšus |
Vienreiz redzu — gurķos Miķelis guļ |
Paņēmu visus gurķus, arī muļķa Miķeli |
Līdz ar citiem tirgū pārdošu to |
Nepārdod, Anniņa, Anniņa, nepārdod Miķeli! |
Miķelīt's labosies, Miķelīt's gurķoties beigs |
Pārdevu Miķeli par vienu rubuli, rubuli |
Lai viņš pie pilsētas preilenēm gurķoties iet |
Janvāra vidū Rīgā redzu, he, mana Anna nāk |
Anniņ, Anniņ, vai tad pazīsti vēl, ko? |
Anniņa skatās savā gurķī, ko reiz pārdeva |
Gurķi, gurķi, tu jau Miķelis mans! |
Nāc mājās, gurķīti, sirdsmīļais bumbulīt, gurķoties! |
Ziemā bez gurķīša sirdseņģes sērīgi čīkst |
Par vēlu, Anniņa, pie Rīgas preilenēm godā celts |
Tavs lauku gurķītis muļķītis gurķojas nu |
Nāc mājās, gurķīti, sirdsmīļais bumbulīt, gurķoties! |
Ziemā bez gurķīša sirdseņģes sērīgi čīkst |
Lai čīkst! |
Par vēlu, Anniņa, pie Rīgas preilenēm godā celts |
Nu tad jau gan! |
Tavs lauku gurķītis muļķītis gurķojas nu |
(translation) |
In the middle of summer, plucking cucumbers, fool cucumbers |
Once I see - Michael is sleeping in cucumbers |
I took all the cucumbers, including the stupid Mikel |
So will others sell it on the market |
Don't sell, Anniņa, Anniņa, don't sell Miķeli! |
Mickey's will get better, Mickey's cucumber is over |
I sold Mikeli for one ruble, a ruble |
Let him go to the preilens of the city to go cucumber |
In the middle of January in Riga I see, hey, my Anna is coming |
Annin, Annin, do you know what else? |
Anniņa looks at her cucumber, which was once sold |
Cucumbers, cucumbers, you already Michael my! |
Come home, cucumber, sweetheart tuber, cucumber! |
In winter, without a cucumber heartburn squeaks sadly |
It was too late, Anniņa, to be honored at the Riga Preilene |
Your field cucumber fool is cucumber either |
Come home, cucumber, sweetheart tuber, cucumber! |
In winter, without a cucumber heartburn squeaks sadly |
Let it squeak! |
It was too late, Anniņa, to be honored at the Riga Preilene |
Well then! |
Your field cucumber fool is cucumber either |