Daudz laimes - Gustavo Übersetzung ins Englische

Daudz laimes

Šajā žanrā vispār bieži lielās,
Lielās par to, kāds džekiem statuss ielās,
Lielās par to, kā orientējas vielās
Un galu galā kuram kas par kuru lielāks...

Bet zini, kas man ir? Zini, kas, zini, kas man ir? x3
Bet zini, kas man ir? Zini, kas man ir?

Mana māsa Anna. Mana, mana māsa Anna. x2

Pirmo reiz viņu ieraugot, priecīgs, tirpas pāri skrien,
Kopš viņa piedzima tikai pāris dienas.
Slieksnim viņu pāri ienes tik sīciņu, sīciņu
Un tik smieklīgi trīc viņa.

Bet es jau paaudzies, man divarpus,
Uztveru dzīvi ar plus zīmi, plus, tik plus
Palecoties var pat aizsniegt durvju kliņķi,
Par to jau vien pienākas olimpiskie riņķi.
Un, lūk, es prātoju, kā lai māsu pārsteidz,
Māte kaut ko kārto un stāsta ko tai ārsts teica,
Bet es bez priekšā teikšanas jūtu,
Ka tagad māsai kaut kas jādāvina steigšus būtu
Ģimene aiziet iedzert tēju uz virtuvi
Un uzreiz jau dzird tur, istabā, jau kaut kāda kņada
Saskrien iekšā pilns radu, acu priekšā bilde tāda,
Kas paliks atmiņā vēl ilgus gadus;
Es, kā sultāns, ierāpies gultā
Māsai virsū tupu un bāžu mutē knupi.
Mani saķer aiz čupra, nes uz ķēķi,
Bet māte vēl izspļauj:"Oh, už etji djetji"

Mana māsa Anna. Mana, mana māsa Anna.
Mana māsa Anna. Man ir mana, mana māsa Anna.

Bet es atradis atskaņu
Priecīgs, kā bērns, kas pa āru skrien
Tas tāds nieciņš, bet meklēju to pāris dienas
Jo bez tā man vārgi kopā sienās rindiņa ar rindiņu,
Un skan nedzīvi kā sintiņa.
Bet Annā māksla ir un to var just, musturi
Stikla lustru, re, kā uzcirtusi
Gada plānu viņa prot pa nedēļu paspēt,
Tādam tā kā man pat gods ir sēdēt astē.
It kā mēs abi divi no viena maisa,
Bet redz es skatos tad un plivinos vien pa gaisu,
Tur mans ego un es vālē pāri,
Visam, reizēm arī jubilejām kalendārī,
Rudenī ir tā, ka simts darbu trāpās,
Kad viss ir pilns, kā Dzintaru kāpās.
Kā lai uziet altroisma gēnu?
Kaut ar, nē, var tač' uzdāvināt viņai fēnu.
Tā būs kā tradīcija, pēc kārtas piecus gadus.
Sacīts, darīts, jap, un, skat, tieši zvana - māsa,
Un saka, lai fiksāk kratos, bet veco fēnu, ja kas, jau
Ir kam atdot.

Mana māsa Anna. Mana, mana māsa Anna. x2
Mana māsa Anna. Man ir mana, mana māsa Anna.

Tā kā skrienam mēs un uz vietas stāvam,
Labāk tomēr būt vēlāk, nekā nekad,
Tad, nu, lūk uz muzoniņa bumci bumci
Mums ar runci kopā tapis pārsteigums ir-

Daudz laimes dzimšanas dienā!

Skaļāk!

Mammu!

Daudz
Laimes dzimšanas dienā!

D-d-d-ienā!

D-daudz
Laimes dzimšanas dienā!
Mammu, daudz laimes dzimšanas dienā!

Happy Birthday

In this genre, everyone often boasts,
Boasts about their street status,
Boasts about their knowledge of substances
And in the end, who has the bigger... whatever.

But you know what I have? You know what, you know what I have? x3
But you know what I have? You know what I have?

My sister Anna. My, my sister Anna. x2

Seeing her for the first time, joy, shivers run through me,
She was only born a few days ago.
They carry her across the threshold, so tiny, so tiny
And she trembles so funny.

But I'm already grown up, two and a half years old,
I perceive life with a plus sign, plus, only plus
Standing on my toes, I can even reach the doorknob,
That alone deserves Olympic rings.
And, here I am, thinking how to surprise my sister,
Mom is doing something and telling me what the doctor said,
But I feel without being told,
That now I should give my sister something urgently
The family goes to the kitchen to drink tea
And immediately I hear some kind of commotion in the room
Relatives run in, the picture in front of my eyes is such,
That will remain in my memory for many years;
Me, like a sultan, climbed into bed
Sitting on my sister and shoving a pacifier in her mouth.
They grab me by the scruff of my neck, carry me to the kitchen,
And mom spits out: "Oh, these kids"

My sister Anna. My, my sister Anna.
My sister Anna. I have my, my sister Anna.

But I found a rhyme
Happy, like a child running outside
It's such a small thing, but I've been looking for it for a couple of days
Because without it, the lines weakly fit together,
And sound lifeless like a fence.
But Anna has art and you can feel it, the patterns
Look how she has decorated the glass chandelier
She can do a year's plan in a week,
It's an honor for someone like me to even sit in the back.
It's like we both came from the same bag,
But see, I'm looking and just fluttering in the air,
There my ego and I are above everything,
Sometimes even above the anniversaries in the calendar,
In the autumn it's like a hundred jobs hit at once,
When everything is full, like in the Dzintari dunes.
How to find the altruism gene?
Well, no, you can just give her a hairdryer.
It will be like a tradition, for five years in a row.
Said and done, yep, and, look, the phone rings - it's my sister,
And she says to hurry up, but the old hairdryer, if anything, already
Has someone to give it to.

My sister Anna. My, my sister Anna. x2
My sister Anna. I have my, my sister Anna.

So as we run and stand still,
It's better to be late than never,
So, here on the beat bumci bumci
The cat and I have a surprise together-

Happy Birthday!

Louder!

Mom!

Happy
Birthday!

B-b-b-irthday!

H-happy
Birthday!
Mom, happy birthday!