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Caur Manu Naivu Sirdi

Caur manu naivu sirdi iet muzikanti,
Četri vēji, visi četri vēji iet.
Lai tikai viena roka spēj palikt ziemu,
Bet tie trīsi, bet tie trīsi mirkli vien.

Muzikanti trīs tikai mirkli grib,
Puķēm ziedot, manu naivo sirdi grib.
Cauri ziemai nes, puķēm kalstot, nes viens vien –
Ziemelītis – stabulētājs, taurētājs.

Taurētājs, taurētājs.

Through My Naive Heart I Go

Through my naive heart I go as musicians,
Four winds, all four winds go.
Only one hand can stay in winter,
But those three, but those three only a moment.

Musicians three want only a moment,
When the flowers bloom, they want my naive heart.
They carry through the winter, as the flowers wither, only one –
The North Wind – the one who makes the snow, the one who blows the horn.

The one who blows the horn, the one who blows the horn.