Translation of the song lyrics Garšvielu Songs - Раймонд Паулс

Garšvielu Songs (original)

Un kardamons, kardamons piederēs
Tas pārvaldīs pasauli, pasauli
Un varbūt tie, varbūt tie būsim mēs
Mēs cepsim no pasaules smalkmaizi
Mums vajadzīgs, vajadzīgs tieši tas
Šie citroni, cukuri, cukāti
Un magoņu, magoņu sēkliņas
Tu sēdēsi, smalkmaizi apkampis
Būs pasaule, pasaule tava galds
Bet pasaulē, pasaulē, pasaulē
Viss pēkšņi kļūs, pēkšņi kļūs pārāk salds
Tad nosmirdēs benzīni, dīzeļi
Un sapnī tev, sapnī tev nafta nāks
Un pasaule, pasaule mainīsies
Un cept viņa, cept viņa karu sāks
Bet karotes nafta sāks karoties
Jo viss bijis, viss bijis pārāk salds
Un kafijas tasītēs naftu vien
Reiz pieredzēs, pieredzēs mūsu galds
Tu šausies, tu dursies, tu bumbosies
Dēļ naftas, dēļ naftas, dēļ naftas vien
Kam nafta šai pasaulei piederēs
Tas pārvaldīs, pārvaldīs galdu viens
Un aizlidos tasītes, terīnes
Un biķeris, biķeris aizlidos
Uz vecajiem laikiem tur atpakaļ
Kā rudenī, rudenī meža zoss
Kur cep vēl no pasaules smalkmaizi
Jo vajadzīgs, vajadzīgs tieši tas
Šie citroni, cukuri, cukāti
Un magoņu, magoņu sēkliņas

Garšvielu Songs (translation)

And cardamom, cardamom will belong
It will rule the world, the world
And maybe they are, maybe they will be us
We bake from the world a pastry
That is what we need, that is what we need
These lemons, sugars, candies
And poppy, poppy seeds
You will sit, embracing the pastry
There will be a world, a world on your table
But in the world, in the world, in the world
Everything will suddenly become, suddenly too sweet
Then petrol and diesels will stink
And in a dream you, in a dream oil will come
And the world, the world will change
And bake his, bake his war will begin
But spoons of oil will start to hang
Because everything was, everything was too sweet
And coffee in a cup of oil alone
Once upon a time, our table will experience
You will shoot, you will pierce, you will bomb
Because of oil, because of oil, because of oil alone
Who owns the oil in this world
It will manage, will manage the table alone
And cups, terrines will fly away
And the beaker, the beaker will fly away
Back in the old days
As in the fall, fall forest goose
Where to bake another pastry from the world
Because that's what's needed
These lemons, sugars, candies
And poppy, poppy seeds