Lyrics and translation Raimonds Pauls feat. Viktors Lapčenoks - Čakārnītis

Čakārnītis

Līdz kaklam brūnā akacī
Tup čakarnītis greizs un šķērs
Līdz saknēm debess zilumā
Par kalnu āra bērzs

Ai, čakārnīti, kur tev prāts
Uz āra bērzu lūkoties?
Tik šķērsi - greizi -dūņainu
Kas tevi mīlēt ies?

Bet čakārnītis vēstules
Tam bērzam raksta,bērzam plēš.
Un visas ievas baltas top,
Kad uzpūš rīta vējš.

Ka balti rūgtas gaviles
No čakārnīša pilnās krūts
Pret kalnu ievu smarža kāpj
Un savu laimi sūdz.

Jo kas par to, ka akacī,
Un kas par to, ka greizs un šķērs?
Tik zili spulgo debesis
Tik skaists ir āra berzs!

Small Acacia Bush

Up to my neck, in a brown acacia,
Sits a small, crooked and slanting acacia bush,
Up to his roots in the blue sky,
An outdoor birch tree over the hill,

Oh, little bush, where is your mind,
Looking at the birch tree outside?
So slanting, crooked and muddy,
Who will love you?

But the little bush writes letters,
To that birch tree, tears on the birch tree,
And all the willows turn white,
When the morning wind blows.

Like white, bitter lamentations,
From the little bush's full chest,
Against the hill, the willow's scent, rises,
And complains of its happiness.

For what is it, that in the acacia,
And what is it, that is crooked and slanting?
So blue shimmer the skies,
So beautiful is the outdoor birch tree!