Текст и перевод песни Ainars Mielavs - Adata Un Diegs

Adata Un Diegs

Ir katrreiz vairāki, kas vienmēr atgriežas,
Pa vienam, divatā, pa simtiem kolonnās.
Kad skaļi runājas, kad klusu dziesmu dzied
Par lietām, kuras tā ar nekad nepāriet,
Par lietām, kuras tā ar nekad nepāriet.
Cik daudz Tu skatījies, cik daudz Tu biji tur –
Pat spožai adatai reiz garām jāaizdur.
Un Tevī ievēries es arī skrēju līdz,
Kā nedaudz piedzēries un apmaldījies rīts,
Kā nedaudz piedzēries un apmaldījies rīts.
Es vairs par sevi nebaidos,
Man vairs nav Tevis žēl,
Pat tad, atkal atgrieztos
Mēs abi divatā.
Man šķiet es zināju kā
TAM ir jānotiek,
Kur jābūt negausim, kur punktu jāpieliek.
Es sevi sajaucu, tas nebiju vairs es,
Tik cita izskatā, uz citas pasaules,
Tik cita izskatā, uz citas pasaules.
Cik daudz Tu skatījies, cik daudz
Tu biji tur – pat spožai adatai reiz garām jāaizdur.
Un Tevī ievēries es arī skrēju līdz,
Kā nedaudz piedzēries un apmaldījies rīts,
Kā nedaudz piedzēries un apmaldījies rīts.
Es vairs par sevi nebaidos,
Man vairs nav Tevis žēl,
Pat tad, atkal atgrieztos
Mēs abi divatā.
Ir katrreiz vairāki, kas vienmēr atgriežas,
Pa vienam, divatā, pa simtiem kolonnās.
Kad skaļi runājas, kad klusu dziesmu dzied
Par lietām, kuras tā ar nekad nepāriet,
Par lietām, kuras tā ar nekad nepāriet.

A Needle and a Thread

There are always more and more who return,
One by one, in twos, in hundreds of columns.
When they talk loudly, when they sing a quiet song
About things that never fade,
About things that never fade.
How much you have seen, how much you were there –
Even a bright needle must miss its mark.
And in you, I gaped, I also ran along,
Like a slightly drunken and lost morning,
Like a slightly drunken and lost morning.
I am no longer afraid for myself,
I no longer pity you,
Even then, if you returned again,
The two of us together.
I think I knew how
IT had to happen,
Where there had to be mourning, where a period had to be put.
I confused myself, that was no longer me,
Only in a different guise, in a different world,
Only in a different guise, in a different world.
How much you have seen, how much
You were there – even a bright needle must miss its mark.
And in you, I gaped, I also ran along,
Like a slightly drunken and lost morning,
Like a slightly drunken and lost morning.
I am no longer afraid for myself,
I no longer pity you,
Even then, if you returned again,
The two of us together.
There are always more and more who return,
One by one, in twos, in hundreds of columns.
When they talk loudly, when they sing a quiet song
About things that never fade,
About things that never fade.