Lyrics and translation Zigfrīds Muktupāvels - Lietus

Lietus

Krīt lietus lāses smalkas,
Plašs mākons krēslu tin –
Dzer rūgto sāpju malku
Un kausu kājām min.

Tā, nu no visa brīvots,
Nu vari atkal just
Šo smago laimi: dzīvot
Un mūžam neizzust.

Ars trūdi zārka vāku,
Un virši lūpās plauks.
Tu mežā klejot nāksi,
Es sniegšos pretī, draugs.

Krīt lietus lāses smalkas,
Tumst mākons violets.
Dzer rūgto sāpju kausu,
Var būt, ka mazliet līdz.

Rain

The fine drops of rain fall,
A vast cloud wraps the twilight -
Drink the bitter sip of pain
And crush the cup with your feet.

Thus, now freed from everything,
Now you can feel again
This heavy happiness: to live
And never disappear.

Art culls the coffin lid,
And heather will bloom on the lips.
You will come wandering in the forest,
I will come out to meet you, my friend.

The fine drops of rain fall,
The violet cloud darkens.
Drink the bitter cup of pain,
Maybe a little bit to the end.