Lyrics and translation Raimonds Pauls feat. Nora Bumbiere & Viktors Lapčenoks - Lauku Gurķis Rīgas Tirgū

Lauku Gurķis Rīgas Tirgū

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 preilenēm godā celts.
Nu tad jau gan!
Tavs lauku muļķītis gurķītis gurķojas nu.

Village Cucumber in Riga Market

In the middle of summer, picking cucumbers,
These foolish little cucumbers,
One day I see Michael lying in the cucumbers.

I took all of the cucumbers,
And foolish Michael too,
I'll sell them with others at the local market.

Don't sell, Annie, Annie,
Don't sell Michael!
Michael will improve himself, he'll stop being foolish.

I sold Michael
For one ruble, one ruble,
Let him chase women in the city.

In the middle of January, I'm in Riga and I see,
My Anna is coming.
Annie, Annie, do you still recognize me?

Annie looks at her little cucumber,
That she once sold.
Cucumber, cucumber, you're my Michael!

Come home, little cucumber,
My darling little fool, let's make cucumbers!
In winter without you, my heart will cry sadly.

It's too late, Annie,
Honored by women in Riga,
Your foolish little cucumber is making cucumbers now.

Come home, little cucumber,
My darling little fool, let's make cucumbers!
In winter without you, my heart will cry sadly.
Let it cry!

It's too late, Annie,
Honored by women in Riga.
Well, I never!
Your foolish little cucumber is making cucumbers now.