Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Garšvielu Songs , by - Раймонд Паулс. Song from the album Šerloks Holms, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1979
Record label: RSF "Melodija"
Song language: Latvian
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 |
| (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 |