Lyrics and translation Nora Bumbiere & Viktors Lapčenoks - Balta pūka

Balta pūka

Balta pūka atlido pa vējiem,
Te nu dīgt un iesakņoties sāk,
Visas meitas krīt uz atnācējiem,
It kā šiem kas būtu citādāks.

Visas meitas krīt uz atnācējiem,
Austra, auša, agri gan tavs nams,
Visas durvis vaļā visiem vējiem,
Atnāk papēdis, bet kur ir krams?

Atnāk ņurņiks, nenāk lielais lasis, (lasis)
Austra, auša, taisi durvis ciet!
Nāk pa vaļā durvīm lupatlasis, (lasis)
Zelta zaglis cauri durvīm iet.

Pašu krūmos gan tev klausīs viņa, (viņa)
Pašu rubenis tik skaisti rūc. (o o o)
Pieticis pie piena kubuliņa, (kubuliņa)
Vēja nestais šitāds sūc un sūc.

Visi reizē – lalala ...

Pašu krūmos gan tev klausīs viņa,
Pašu rubenis tik skaisti rūc, (ā – primā)
Pieticis pie piena kubuliņa, (kubuliņa)
Vēja nestais šitāds sūc un sūc.

White Fluff

White fluff flew in on the winds,
Now it takes root and begins to grow,
All the girls fall for the newcomers,
As if they were something different.

All the girls fall for the newcomers,
Austra, my darling, your home is up early,
All the doors are open to all the winds,
The heel comes, but where is the store?

The grumbler comes, but not the big salmon, (salmon)
Austra, my darling, close the door!
Through the open door comes the ragamuffin, (salmon)
The gold thief goes through the door.

In your own bushes, she will listen to you, (her)
Your own robin sings so beautifully. (o o o)
Enough at the milk bucket, (bucket)
This wind-borne thing just sucks and sucks.

All together - lalala ...

In your own bushes, she will listen to you,
Your own robin sings so beautifully, (ah - prima)
Enough at the milk bucket, (bucket)
This wind-borne thing just sucks and sucks.