Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lauku gurķis Rīgas tirgū , by - Раймонд Паулс. Release date: 29.08.1975
Song language: Latvian
Lauku gurķis 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 tos |
| Nepārdod, Anniņa, Anniņa |
| Nepārdod Miķeli! |
| Miķelīts labosies, Miķelīts 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 |
| Sirds mīļais bumbulīt, gurķoties! |
| Ziemā bez gurķīša sirdseņģes sērīgi čīkst |
| Par vēlu, Anniņa |
| Pie Rīgas preilenēm godā celts |
| Tavs lauku muļķītis gurķītis gurķojas nu |
| Nāc mājās, gurķīti |
| Sirds mīļais bumbulīt, gurķoties! |
| Ziemā bez gurķīša sirdseņģes sērīgi čīkst |
| Lai čīkst! |
| Par vēlu, Anniņa |
| Pie Rīgas prilenēm godā celts |
| Nu tad jau gan! |
| Tavs lauku muļķītis gurķītis gurķojas nu |
| (translation) |
| In the middle of summer, picking cucumbers |
| Stupid cucumbers |
| Once I see - Michael is sleeping in cucumbers |
| I took all the cucumbers |
| Also fool Mikel |
| I will sell them along with others on the market |
| Not for sale, Anniņa, Anniņa |
| Don't sell Michael! |
| Michelite will be healed, Michelite will end the cucumber |
| 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, he |
| My Anna is coming |
| Annin, Annin, do you know what else? |
| Anniņa looks at her cucumber |
| What was once sold |
| Cucumbers, cucumbers, you already Michael my! |
| Come home, cucumber |
| Heart dear tuber, cucumber! |
| In winter, without a cucumber heartburn squeaks sadly |
| Too late, Annina |
| Built in honor of Riga Preilene |
| Your field fool cucumber is cucumber well |
| Come home, cucumber |
| Heart dear tuber, cucumber! |
| In winter, without a cucumber heartburn squeaks sadly |
| Let it squeak! |
| Too late, Annina |
| Built in honor of the Riga Prilenes |
| Well then! |
| Your field fool cucumber is cucumber well |