Paroles et traduction Edgars Liepiņš - Trīs runči

Trīs runči

Trīs runči kādā krogā par Rīgas jumtiem dzied,
Par jaunību kas garām un arī šķērsām iet,
Cik meiteņu ir mīlēts, cik pelīšu ir ķerts,
No priekiem un no bēdām cik balderjāņu dzerts.

Un saka pirmais runcis, tam donžuāna skats,
Kad es vēl puika biju, man bija baiga acs,
Par kilometru tumsā, pa trim, kad gaisma svīst,
Es manīju kur kaķes pa jumtu kori klīst.

Un saka otrais runcis, kad es vēl biju jauns,
Ak, vai cik skaists es biju, cik elegants un glauns,
Ja ne nu Harijs Liepiņš, tad Jakovļevs, jā gan,
Un visas Rīgas kaķes tad pakaļ skrēja man.

Un saka trešais runcis to garo runča miau,
Es biju pirmais tenors, vairs kaķiem tāda nav,
Uz jumta dāmu bariņš man allaž bija klāt,
Nudien, pat Kārlis Zariņš tā nespēj uzdziedāt.

Trīs runči kādā krogā vēl ilgi maļ un maļ,
Par jaunību, kas paiet un nenāk atpakaļ,
Bet pienāk jaunais runčuks un saka: "Veči, čau!
Man nav, kas jums reiz bija, bet ir kas jums vairs nav.
Man nav, kas jums reiz bija, bet ir, kas jums vairs nav."
Un tādēļ saucam mēs - skaista ir jaunība,
Skaista ir jaunība, tā nenāks vairs.
Tā nenāks, nenāks vairs, tā neatgriezīsies,
Skaista ir jaunība, tā nenāks vairs.

Three Toms

Three toms in a tavern sing of Rīga's roofs,
Of youth that has passed, both straight and crooked,
How many girls have been loved, how many mice have been caught,
From joys and sorrows how many drops of valerian have been drunk.

And says the first tom, with the look of a Don Juan,
When I was still a boy, I had a fearsome eye,
For a kilometer in the darkness, by three, when the light dawns,
I noticed where the cats roamed the rooftops.

And says the second tom, when I was still young,
Oh, how handsome I was, how elegant and dapper,
If not Harry Liepiņš, then Jakovļevs, yes,
And all the cats of Riga ran after me then.

And says the third tom, that long tome's meow,
I was the first tenor, no more cats have that,
On the roof a group of ladies was always with me,
Truly, even Kārlis Zariņš cannot sing like that.

Three toms in a tavern still mumble and grumble for a long time,
About their youth, which passes and does not come back,
But a new tomcat arrives and says: "Oldies, howdy!
I don't have what you once had, but I have something you don't have anymore.
I don't have what you once had, but I have something you don't have anymore."
And therefore we shout - youth is beautiful,
Youth is beautiful, it will not come again.
It will not come, it will not come again, it will not return,
Youth is beautiful, it will never come again.