Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dzied Suitu Sievas Alsungā, artist - Nora Bumbiere. Album song Jūras Balss, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1972
Record label: RSF "Melodija"
Song language: Latvian
Dzied Suitu Sievas Alsungā(original) |
| Cik zirņu pieder Dievam |
| Tik dziesmu suitu sievām |
| Jel, ēdiet labie ļaudis |
| Vai mums ir kādreiz skaudis |
| Un suitu meitas smietin |
| Un suitu meitas dietin |
| Pa bālam Rīgas zēnam |
| Vēl šodien brunčos ietin |
| Un Alsungā dimd zvani |
| Un avis gana gani |
| Bet meičas, puišu kāras |
| Kā senāk putru vāra |
| Bur, zavē, iespļauj indi |
| Plūc rozā hiacinti |
| Vēl dienā tīrā skuķe |
| Jau naktī plaukst kā puķe |
| Zog vecai mātei sakti |
| Un mežā bēg pa nakti |
| Un guļ zem puiša bārdas |
| Kaut nezin viņa vārda |
| No rīta, kas par joku |
| Viņš lūdz jau manu roku |
| Vēl vakar ziedu lejā |
| Jau šodien kancelejā |
| Tik villainē man rūtes |
| Tik reizes biju brūte |
| Cik suitu saktīs stikla |
| Vai tik reiz biji tikla |
| Iet laiks, bet nerimst aukas |
| Un es vēl tīri jauka |
| Ar manu bārdu jauku |
| Tā tagad grīdu slauka |
| Vai zirņu pietrūks Divam |
| Vai dziesmu suitu sievām |
| Cik grūti nopirkt zuti |
| Tik sievām aizbāzt muti |
| Ja svilst dēļ dzismām ausis |
| Klāj priekšā sklandarausi |
| Bet labāk tomēr smejiet |
| Kad cauri suitiem ejiet |
| (translation) |
| How many peas belong to God |
| So song suiti wives |
| Alas, eat good people |
| Have we ever been envious? |
| And the daughter of Suiti laughs |
| And suitu daughter daughter |
| For the pale boy of Riga |
| Brunch is still wrapped today |
| And in Alsunga dimd calls |
| And the sheep are shepherds |
| But girls, boys |
| As before, boil porridge |
| Bur, distract, spit poison |
| Pick pink hyacinths |
| Still a day of clean jade |
| It blooms like a flower at night |
| Stealing an old mother's brooch |
| And flees in the woods at night |
| And lies under the guy's beard |
| Although he does not know his name |
| In the morning, what a joke |
| He is already asking for my hand |
| Yesterday the flowers down |
| Already at the Registry today |
| That's how weaseled me |
| So many times I was brute |
| How many suits will brooch glass |
| Or once upon a time there was a network |
| Time passes, but the sacrifices do not stop |
| And I'm still just nice |
| With my beard nice |
| It was now sweeping the floor |
| Will there be a shortage of peas for Two |
| Or song suiti wives |
| How hard to buy eel |
| So wives stuff their mouths |
| If the ears light up |
| Cover in front of sklandarausi |
| But better still laugh |
| When going through suits |