Paroles et traduction Prāta Vētra - Gara diena

Gara diena

Gara, gara diena,
Saulrietā ļaujiet man paliekt vienam.
Dodiet laiku,
Atrast soli nākamam pakāpienam.
Piedz.
Gara,
Gara čuska,
Manā ābelē vienīgo ābolu sargā.
Un neaizver acis
Ne vasarā, ne ziemā bargā.
Manas domas un lūpas,
Tik pie ābola rītos un vakaros tiecas.
Un varbūt pat labi,
Ka nekad līdz tam arī neaizsniedzas.
Gara, gara dzīve,
Gara un grūta kā celsa un būta.
Bet es mācos dienu,
Nodzīvot kā dzīvi vienu.
Piedz.
Gara, gara čuska,
Manā ābelē vienīgo ābolu sargā.
Un neaizver acis,
Ne vasarā, ne ziemā bargā.
Manas domas un lūpas,
Tik pie ābola rītos un vakaros tiecas.
Un varbūt pat labi,
Ka nekad līdz tam arī neaizsniedzas.
Gara, gara dziesma,
Katrai dziesmai reiz pienāk beigas.
Bet man ir šī diena,
Kuru nodzīvot ar prieku bez steigas.
Piedz.
Gara, gara čuska,
Manā ābelē vienīgo ābolu sargā.
Un neaizver acis,
Ne vasarā, ne ziemā bargā.
Manas domas un lūpas,
Tik pie ābola rītos un vakaros tiecas.
Un varbūt pat labi,
Ka nekad līdz tam arī neaizsniedzas.
Gara, gara diena,
Saulrietā ļaujiet man palikt vienam.

A Long Day

A long, long day,
At sunset let me be alone.
Give me time,
To find a step towards the next rung.
Chorus.
Long,
Long snake,
Guard the only apple in my apple tree.
And don't close your eyes,
Not in summer, nor in harsh winter.
My thoughts and lips,
Reach for the apple only in the mornings and evenings.
And maybe it's even good,
That I never reach it.
A long, long life,
Long and difficult as a road that's been built and traveled.
But I learn every day,
To live it as one life.
Chorus.
Long, long snake,
Guard the only apple in my apple tree.
And don't close your eyes,
Not in summer, nor in harsh winter.
My thoughts and lips,
Reach for the apple only in the mornings and evenings.
And maybe it's even good,
That I never reach it.
A long, long song,
Every song eventually comes to an end.
But I have this day,
To live with joy, without rushing.
Chorus.
Long, long snake,
Guard the only apple in my apple tree.
And don't close your eyes,
Not in summer, nor in harsh winter.
My thoughts and lips,
Reach for the apple only in the mornings and evenings.
And maybe it's even good,
That I never reach it.
A long, long day,
At sunset let me be alone.