Paroles et traduction Nora Bumbiere - Rudacīte

Rudacīte

Vai tu dzirdi, Rudacīte, ka pēc tevis mana dziesma raud?
Raudi, raudi, Rudens Runci, pārāk vēlu pamodies...

Vai tu jūti, Rudacīte, ka aiz spundes kāzu alus rūgst?
Rūgsti, rūgsti, alutiņi- vecu vīru strebjamais...

Nāc pie manis, Rudacīte, tur, kur sēnes dziļi mežā dīgst!!!
Velti, velti, sēņu veci, baraviku sirmais kungs...

Nāc pie manis, Rudacīte,
Es tev 3 lazdas liekšu,
Es tev 3 lazdas liekšu, jā!!!
Nāc pie manis, Rudens Runci,
Es tev 3 dēlus došu,
Es tev 3 dēlus došu, jā!!!
Jā, jā, jā, jā, jā- trīs dēlus došu,
Jā, jā, jā, jā, jā- auklēsi tu,
Jā, jā, jā, jā, jā- trīs dēlus došu,
Nē, nē, nē, nē, nē- auklēsi tu!!!!

Vai tu zini, Rudacīte, kā to mūsu pirmo dēlu sauc?
Pirmo sauc par Smuko Jāni- agri rudzu rītā dzimis...

Vai tu zini, Rudacīte, kā to mūsu otro dēlu sauc?
Otro sauc par Stipro Ansi- dzirnakmeņu stundā dzimis...

Vai tu zini, Rudacīte, kā to mūsu trešo dēlu sauc?
Trešā vārds būs Gudrais Mārtiņš-pasaku un teiksmu dēls...

Oh, Autumn Lass

Oh, Autumn Lass, do you hear, my song for you, it sheds a tear?
Weep, weep, Autumn Kitty, you've woken up too late...

Oh, Autumn Lass, can you feel, the wedding ale behind bars, it seals?
Ferment, ferment, little ale, a drink for old men frail...

Come to me, Autumn Lass, where mushrooms in the forest amass!!!
In vain, in vain, old mushroom man, cep's grey and wise, your plan...

Come to me, Autumn Lass,
I'll plant three hazel trees for you,
I'll plant three hazel trees for you, yes!!!
Come to me, Autumn Kitty,
I'll give you three sons, oh so pretty,
I'll give you three sons, yes!!!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes- I'll give you three sons,
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes- you'll cradle every one,
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes- I'll give you three sons,
No, no, no, no, no- you'll cradle every one!!!!

Oh, Autumn Lass, do you know, what our first son we shall call?
The first one we'll call Handsome John, born in the early rye's dawn...

Oh, Autumn Lass, do you know, what our second son we shall call?
The second one we'll call Strong Hans, born when millstones dance...

Oh, Autumn Lass, do you know, what our third son we shall call?
The third one we'll call Wise Martin, son of tales and fables divin...