Lyrics and translation Ojārs Grīnbergs - Trīs vītušas rozes

Trīs vītušas rozes

Laukā ziedoņbalsis sauc: nāc līksmot,
Zini, draugs, ka ziedons ir tik īss!
Zinu to, bet ļauj man, ziedon, sērot,
Jo mans ziedoņsapnis izgaisis.

Bij′ reiz ziedons arī manā sirdī,
Skanēja tur mīlas akords jauks.
Bet nu skumjas tagad manā sirdī,
Jo uz mūžu zudis mīļais draugs.

Trīs vītušas rozes, un mazs smaidošs foto,
Tas viss, kas no laimes vēl atmiņā man.
Kā burvīgai teika, kā jau dzejas moto,
Tā bijušais liekas, kad tevis vairs nav.

Mēs ticējām dzīvei, kā burvīgai teiksmai,
Tak liktens bij' lēmis uz mūžu mūs šķirt.
No tevis man rozes un mazs smaidošs foto,
No manis šī dziesma lai mūžam tev skan!

Three Wilted Roses

The voices of the blossoming flowers in the meadow call: come and rejoice,
You know, my friend, that the blossoming is so short!
I know it, but let me, blossoming, grieve,
For my blossoming dream has faded.

Once there was blossoming in my heart,
And a beautiful chord of love echoed there.
But now there is sadness in my heart,
For my beloved friend is gone forever.

Three wilted roses, and a small smiling photo,
That is all that remains of my happiness.
Like an enchanting tale, like a poetic motto,
That's how the past seems when you are no longer here.

We believed in life, like in an enchanting tale,
But fate decided to separate us for life.
From you I have roses and a small smiling photo,
From me this song will sound for you forever!