Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ne Jau Es..., artist - Viktors Lapčenoks
Date of issue: 31.12.1972
Song language: Latvian
Ne Jau Es...(original) |
Pie griestiem zirnekļtīklā muša šūpojas |
Es zinu — nāves šūpulis ir tas |
Bet mušas šūpošanās jautra šķiet |
Un vieglprātīga jocīga mazliet |
Aiz lustras paslēpies guļ zirneklis |
Un lielā baudkārībā trīs |
Būs vienam gals, būs otram prieks |
Vai tiešām tā šai dzīvē jānotiek? |
Jo ne jau zirneklis uz mušu lien |
Tas glūn un kaktos slepus slazdus slien |
Vēl daudziem dvēselē tāds glūņa sēž |
Un ļaunā brīdī otru kož un plēš |
Kož un plēš, kož un plēš, kož un plēš |
Kož un plēš, un kož un plēš |
Un kož un plēš, un kož un plēš |
Jā |
Pēc tam tik nevainīgs kā jaunpiedzimis jērs |
Pie upuratliekām stāv noskumis un sērs |
Un skaidro sev un citiem — ne jau es |
Bij' viņam likten’s tāds uz pasaules |
Jo ne jau zirneklis uz mušu lien |
Tas glūn un kaktos slepus slazdus slien |
Vēl daudziem dvēselē tāds glūņa sēž |
Un ļaunā brīdī otru kož un plēš |
Kož un plēš, kož un plēš, kož un plēš |
Kož un plēš, un kož, un kož, un kož, un plēš |
Kož un plēš |
Jā |
Pēc tam tik nevainīgs kā jaunpiedzimis jērs |
Pie upuratliekām stāv noskumis un sērs |
Un skaidro sev un citiem — ne jau es |
Bij' viņam likten’s tāds uz pasaules |
(translation) |
A fly sways in the cobweb on the ceiling |
I know this is the cradle of death |
But the swing of the fly seems fun |
And a frivolous funny bit |
Behind the chandelier lies a spider |
And with great joy three |
There will be an end for one, there will be joy for the other |
Does this really have to happen in this life? |
Because not a spider on a fly |
It lies and the traps secretly slip into the foreheads |
There are still many sitting in the soul |
And in a bad moment another bites and tears |
Bites and rips, bites and rips, bites and rips |
Bites and rips, and bites and rips |
And bites and tears, and bites and tears |
Yes |
Then as innocent as a newborn lamb |
Sadness and sulfur stand by the remains |
And explain to yourself and others - not me |
He was destined for the world |
Because not a spider on a fly |
It lies and the traps secretly slip into the foreheads |
There are still many sitting in the soul |
And in a bad moment another bites and tears |
Bites and rips, bites and rips, bites and rips |
Bites and rips, and bites, and bites, and bites, and rips |
Bites and rips |
Yes |
Then as innocent as a newborn lamb |
Sadness and sulfur stand by the remains |
And explain to yourself and others - not me |
He was destined for the world |