Paroles et traduction Prāta Vētra - Par podu

Par podu

Pa pasauli mūsu, kur viss ir tik strauji
Mašīnas rūc un pagalmos ir kaujas
Lēni, lēni, Atis ceļu mēro
Uz pagasta centru ar kumeliņu bēro

Čīkstēja rati un vērojot skatu
Viņš pieglauda matus, un padomāja: "āāā,
Vēl jātiek līdz tirgum, jāpaņem pirkumi
Jāpabaro zirgu, nu, kaut kā tā..."

Garāmbraucēji taurē un sauc
Apdzen pajūgu, riepas tik kauc, lai kauc

Garāmbraucēji taurē un sauc
Stūri rausta un uzacis rauc, lai rauc

Miests aiz miesta, viss iet kā pa sviestu
Līdz vajadzības spiests Atis liek zirgam stāt
Stāv, kaut ko bakstās, redz māla podu
Domā: "kas tas tāds?", un pieiet tam klāt

Tai podā bij′ lati, tas Atim sāk patikt
Viņš pieglauda matus, un padomāja: "wow
Te atlikt var tirgu, laist vaļā zirgu
Ir iespēju virkne", un priekā sāk kaukt

Garāmbraucēji taurē un sauc
"Ko viņš stāv, te stāvēt nav ļauts!", nav ļauts

Garāmbraucēji taurē un sauc
"Nē, tu paskaties, vai tas nav viens pauts?", jā nav

Bet tie, kam vēl uz lūpām piens
Vai mācīt var un spriest
Par to vai katrs pagrieziens
Ir tas, kur iekšā griest?

Bet tie, kam vēl uz lūpām piens
Vai mācīt var un spriest
Par to vai katrs pagrieziens
Ir tas, kur iekšā griest?

Hm... tātad podā bij' lati, kas Atim tā patīk
Bet pirms palaist zirgu
No priekiem tiek žirgts
Viņš apsēdās mirkli pasapņot kā:

Viņš paņemtu podu, pa taisno uz bodi
Pie smalkākā skrodera, kur jaunākās modes

Un tie, kas man koda, nu atdos man godu
Ja izspruktu lode, es izbēgtu sodus

Bet redz, kas par jodu, kur dālderi rodas
Parādās kodes un kāds mani nodos

Kaut ar zin′ vienalga, jo nauda tak valda
Un man tak būs dāmas, tās burvīgās dāmas

Bet tām līdzi drāmas, un nav dzīves rāmas
Un nav dzīves rāmas...?

Attapās Atis jau tikai pie ratiem
Bez poda un latiem, vēl brīdi viņš stāv
Pārdomās klusi, atskatījās drusku
Tad pārmeta krustu un atsāka braukt

Bet tie, kam vēl uz lūpām piens
Vai mācīt var un spriest
Par to vai katrs pagrieziens
Ir tas, kur iekšā griezt?

Čīkstēja rati uz lielceļa platā
Un zirgs galvu kratot padomāja: "āāā
Jau tuvojas nakts, vēl jāaizved Atis
Jo kur viņš viens pats, nu kaut kā tā..."

About the Pot

Through our world, where everything is so fast
Machines roar and battles rage in the yards
Slowly, slowly, Atis makes his way
To the town center, mourning with his pony

The cart creaked, and observing the scene
He stroked his hair and thought: "Ah,
Still need to get to the market, pick up the groceries
Feed the horse, well, something like that..."

Passing cars honk and shout
Overtaking the carriage, tires just howl, let them howl

Passing cars honk and shout
Jerking the wheel and frowning, let them frown

Town after town, everything goes like clockwork
Until, forced by necessity, Atis makes the horse stop
Stands, fiddles with something, sees a clay pot
Thinks: "What's that?", and approaches it

In that pot were lats, Atis starts to like it
He stroked his hair and thought: "Wow,
Here you can postpone the market, let the horse go
There are a number of possibilities," and starts to howl with joy

Passing cars honk and shout
"Why is he standing, it's not allowed to stand here!", not allowed

Passing cars honk and shout
"No, look, isn't that one crazy?", yes, he is

But those who still have milk on their lips
Can they teach and judge
About whether every turn
Is the one to cut into?

But those who still have milk on their lips
Can they teach and judge
About whether every turn
Is the one to cut into?

Hm... so there were lats in the pot, which Atis likes so much
But before letting the horse go
From joys, he gets excited
He sat down for a moment to dream like:

He would take the pot, straight to the store
To the finest tailor, where the latest fashions are

And those who mocked me, well, they'll give me respect
If a bullet escaped, I would escape punishment

But look, what a mess, where do the gossips come from
The mocks appear and someone will betray me

Even with the knowledge, because money rules
And I will have ladies, those charming ladies

But with them come dramas, and there's no peaceful life
And there's no peaceful life...?

Atis came to his senses only by the cart
Without the pot and lats, he stands for a while
Quietly in thought, looked back a little
Then crossed himself and started driving again

But those who still have milk on their lips
Can they teach and judge
About whether every turn
Is the one to cut into?

The cart creaked on the wide highway
And the horse, shaking its head, thought: "Ah,
Night is approaching, still need to take Atis home
Because where is he alone, well, something like that..."