Paroles et traduction Raimonds Pauls - Ne jau es...

Ne jau es...

Pie griestiem zirnekļtīklā mušas šūpojas
Es zinu – nāves šūpulis ir tas,
Bet mušas šūpošanās jautra šķiet
Un vieglprātīga jocīga mazliet.

Aiz lustras paslēpies guļ zirneklis
Un lielā baudkārībā trīs,
Būs vienam gals, būs otram prieks.
Vai tiešām tā šai dzīvē jānotiek?

Jo ne jau zirneklis uz mušu lien,
Tas glūn un kaktos slepus slazdus slien,
Vēl daudziem dvēselē tāds glūņa sēž
Un ļaunā brīdī otru kož un plēš,
Kož un plēš, kož un plēš, kož un plēš,
Kož un plēš, un kož un plēš,
Un kož un plēš, un kož un plēš,
Jā.

Pēc tam tik nevainīgs kā jaunpiedzimis jērs
Pie upuratliekām stāv noskumis un sērs,
Un skaidro sev un citiem – ne jau es,
Bij' viņam likten's tāds uz pasaules.

Jo ne jau zirneklis uz mušu lien,
Tas glūn un kaktos slepus slazdus slien,
Vēl daudziem dvēselē tāds glūņa sēž
Un ļaunā brīdī otru kož un plēš,
Kož un plēš, kož un plēš, kož un plēš,
Kož un plēš, un kož, un kož, un kož, un plēš,
Kož un plēš,
Jā.

Pēc tam tik nevainīgs kā jaunpiedzimis jērs
Pie upuratliekām stāv noskumis un sērs,
Un skaidro sev un citiem – ne jau es,
Bij' viņam likten's tāds uz pasaules.

It's not me...

A fly swings in a spider's web on the ceiling
I know - it's the cradle of death,
But the fly's swing seems funny
And a little frivolous funny.

A spider hides behind the chandelier
And lustfully three,
One will end, the other will be happy.
Must it really happen in this life?

Because the spider does not come to the fly,
He lurks and secretly in the corners traps slien,
Many still have such a cunning in their souls
And at the evil moment they bite and tear each other,
Bite and tear, bite and tear, bite and tear,
Bite and tear, and bite and tear,
And bite and tear, and bite and tear,
Yes.

Then as innocent as a newborn lamb
He stands by the remains of the sacrifice, sad and mournful,
And explains to himself and others - not me,
His fate was like that in the world.

Because the spider does not come to the fly,
It lurks and secretly slyly in the corners,
Many still have such a cunning in their souls
And at the evil moment they bite and tear each other,
Bite and tear, bite and tear, bite and tear,
Bite and tear, and bite and tear, and bite and tear,
Bite and tear,
Yes.

Then as innocent as a newborn lamb
He stands by the remains of the sacrifice, sad and mournful,
And explains to himself and others - not me,
His fate was like that in the world.