Paroles et traduction Kaspars Dimiters - Oda Ģitārai

Oda Ģitārai

Jau kuro ziemu es vairs neesmu ieziemietis
Caur sirdi dzejoļi kā kvēlojoši mieti
Un skudru pāri tek tik uzticīgā gaitā
Velk lielus kāpurus uz pili kur tos maitā

Es tikai vēroju un lūdzos nedzirdami
Lai tiek no avota man pēdējie simts grami
Un viena karote tik lielu melno ikru
Kā kurkuļi... un projāmceļam mikriņš

Man darbu nevajag es jūtos pastrādājis
Kad mostos acīm ciet tad prasiet kā man gājis
Ir nomods ieelpa vai atspirgšana sniegā
Lai zelta raktuvēs es dziļāk dotos miegā

No visa lasītā jau sen kā trūkst man vārdu
Vēl bērni uzsmaida kā mūžībai ar bārdu
Ar notīm caurumots kā sīkiem dzīru iesmiem
Tiem gribu nodziedāt vēl pamošanās dziesmu

Jūk visa pasaule no visa sacerētā
Un nogrimst īsviļņos un nenonāk līdz rētām
Man tajos peldoties ir visi pirksti stīvi
Par kaifu dziesmas skan tik neskan vairs par dzīvi

Jau kuro ziemu es vairs neesmu ieziemietis
Caur sirdi dzejoļi kā kvēlojoši mieti
Un skudru pāri tek tik uzticīgā gaitā
Velk lielus kāpurus uz pili kur tos maitā

Tu sieva ģitāra ar vidukli kā fejai
Tev ticu vēl kā ledū orhidejai
Tu arī laiva man un šķirsts ja pienāks brīdis
Mēs (abi) esam laimes invalīdi

Ode to a Guitar

For many a winter I no longer see myself as a hibernator
Through my heart, poems burn brightly like stakes
And steadfast ants march in a faithful gait
Dragging large caterpillars to a castle to poison them

I merely watch and pray silently
That I may receive the last hundred grams from the spring
And just one spoonful of the large black caviar
Like tadpoles... and a van for the journey home

I have no need for work, I feel that I have already labored
When I wake up with my eyes closed, then ask me how I have fared
Awakening is an inhalation or a refreshment in the snow
So that I may venture deeper into the golden mines to sleep

From all that I have read, I have long since lost my words
Even children smile at me with eternity in their beards
Perforated with notes like small spits for feasts
To them I want to sing a song of awakening

The whole world is in chaos from all that has been written
And it drowns in shortwaves and never reaches the scars
When I swim in them, my fingers are all stiff
Songs of pleasure sound, but they no longer sound of life

For many a winter I no longer see myself as a hibernator
Through my heart, poems burn brightly like stakes
And steadfast ants march in a faithful gait
Dragging large caterpillars to a castle to poison them

My wife, my guitar, with a waist like a fairy
I still believe in you like an orchid in the ice
You are also my boat and my ark when the time comes
We (both) are disabled by happiness