Es rakstu Dženijai - Raimonds Pauls , Viktors Lapcenoks , Nora Bumbiere traduction en anglais

Es rakstu Dženijai

Sveika, Dženij, kā tev iet?
Man iet labi -
Vēlos ar tevi iepazīties
Nopietnos nolūkos,
Es braucu tikai ar zirgu,
Bet vienam man ratos ir skumji.

Dženij, augšā tai lidmašīnā
Nevieb lūpas par mani smīnā,
Lai tev vēsta mazs smaidošs foto –
Manu dzīvi velk auzu motors.

Dženij, tici tam sudraba pakavam,
Mazāk tici tam sporta loto,
Smaidi blakus man ratos vai ragavās,
Visi apskaudīs tādu foto.

Dženij, nesien tās lūpas šleifē,
Kad tu kuģī pāri jūrām dreifē,
Droši brauci caur dzīvi ratos
Zvaigznēm acīs un vējiem matos.

Dženij, tici tam sudraba pakavam,
Mazāk tici tam sporta loto,
Smaidi blakus man ratos vai ragavās,
Visi apskaudīs tādu foto.

Dženij, glābies, tev benzīns matos,
Dženij, ātrāk sēd manos ratos,
Švirkstot smiltīm zem kurpju zolēm,
Nosauc eja un naktsvijoles.

Dženij, tici tam sudraba pakavam,
Mazāk tici tam sporta loto,
Smaidi blakus man ratos vai ragavās,
Visi apskaudīs tādu foto.
Hei.

Dženij, klausies vēl mani brīdi -
Neapprecies ar dīzelīti,
Slava zirgam lai skan kā mot,o
Slava dzīvē, kam auzu motors.

Dženij, tici tam sudraba pakavam,
Mazāk tici tam sporta loto,
Smaidi blakus man ratos vai ragavās,
Visi apskaudīs tādu foto.
Heijā

Paliec sveika, gaidīšu tevi aerodromā,
Kad tu nolaidīsies no saviem augstumiem.
Manu zirgu tu pazīsi pēc zvaigznes pierē,
Bet mani pašu pēc vējiem matos.
Tavs Jānis

Dženij, tici tam sudraba pakavam,
Mazāk tici tam sporta loto!

I'm Writing to Jenny

Jenny, how are you doing?
I'm doing well -
I'd like to meet you
With serious intentions,
I only ride horses,
But it's sad for me to be alone in the cart.

Jenny, up there in that airplane
Don't curl your lips at me,
Let a small smiling photo tell you -
An oatmeal motor pulls my life.

Jenny, believe in that silver horseshoe,
Trust the sports lottery less,
Smile next to me in a cart or sleigh,
Everyone will envy such a photo.

Jenny, don't tie those lips in a bow,
When you drift across the seas in a ship,
Drive through life confidently in a cart
With stars in your eyes and wind in your hair.

Jenny, believe in that silver horseshoe,
Trust the sports lottery less,
Smile next to me in a cart or sleigh,
Everyone will envy such a photo.

Jenny, save yourself, you have gasoline in your hair,
Jenny, hurry up and sit in my cart,
Chucking sand under the soles of your shoes,
Name the sand and night violets.

Jenny, believe in that silver horseshoe,
Trust the sports lottery less,
Smile next to me in a cart or sleigh,
Everyone will envy such a photo.
Hey.

Jenny, listen to me for a moment -
Don't marry a diesel,
Let glory to the horse sound like a moth,
Glory in life to that which has an oatmeal motor.

Jenny, believe in that silver horseshoe,
Trust the sports lottery less,
Smile next to me in a cart or sleigh,
Everyone will envy such a photo.
Hey

Stay healthy, I'll wait for you at the airport,
When you land from your heights.
You will know my horse by the star on its forehead,
But me by the wind in my hair.
Your John

Jenny, believe in that silver horseshoe,
Trust the sports lottery less!