Raimonds Pauls feat. Imants Skrastiņš - Es Mīlu Tevi Tā - translation of the lyrics into English

Lyrics and translation Raimonds Pauls feat. Imants Skrastiņš - Es Mīlu Tevi Tā




Es Mīlu Tevi Tā
I Love You Like That
Es mīlu tevi priede aug-
I love you as a pine tree grows,
Tik neatturami, tik mierīgi un klusi,
So relentlessly, so calmly and quietly,
Pār meža smalksni galvu pacēlusi,
Its head raised above the forest's fine dust,
Uz pašu sauli jauna priede aug.
Towards the very sun, a new pine tree grows.
Tu vari brūces viņas miesā cirst,
You can inflict wounds on its flesh,
Un karstām lāsēm koka asins strāvos,
And the tree's blood will flow in hot drops,
Bet drīz pār rētu sveķu bruņas blāvos,
But soon, over the scar, a pale armor of resin,
Jo velti priedes mizā brūces cirst.
For wounds in the pine's bark are futile.
Viss sīko sāpju mēmais rūgtums gaist
All the mute bitterness of petty pains vanishes
Pret dzīvības un augsmes skaudro prieku.
Against the fierce joy of life and growth.
Kad priedes galotne ar sauli rītos tiekas,
When the pine tree's crown meets the sun in the morning,
Viss sīko sāpju mēmais rūgtums gaist.
All the mute bitterness of petty pains vanishes.
Tu sakies mani nesaprotam, draugs!
You say you don't understand me, my friend!
Kļauj vaigu priedei augošai, līdz dzirdi,
Caress the growing pine, until you hear it,
Un uzklausi līdz galam viņas sirdi!
And listen till the end to its heart!
Es mīlu tevi priede aug.
I love you as a pine tree grows.
Es mīlu tevi priede aug-
I love you as a pine tree grows,
Tik neatturami, tik mierīgi un klusi,
So relentlessly, so calmly and quietly,
Pār meža smalksni galvu pacēlusi.
Its head raised above the forest's fine dust.
Uz pašu sauli jauna priede aug.
Towards the very sun, a new pine tree grows.
Tu vari brūces viņas miesā cirst,
You can inflict wounds on its flesh,
Un karstām lāsēm koka asins strāvos,
And the tree's blood will flow in hot drops,
Bet drīz pār rētu sveķu bruņas blāvos,
But soon, over the scar, a pale armor of resin,
Jo velti priedes mizā brūces cirst.
For wounds in the pine's bark are futile.






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