Varbūt tikai mierinājums - Gustavo перевод на английский

Varbūt tikai mierinājums

Jā... te nu es eju, te nu es nāku (jā...)
Vectēv, tavas dzeju rindas skaitīt sāku.
Pirmais dzejolis: "Varbūt"

Atkal manī dzejnieks mostas:
Vārdi nāk un zūd un dzied.
Brūces, durtas plēstas, kostas
Dvēsele no jauna zied.
Daudz kas ticis nolikts malā,
Noslēpts tas, kur tumšāks kakts
Ziedi nosaluši salā,
Ilgi ievilkusies nakts.
Jātic tomēr pavasarim,
Vējam noglāsta kas maigs.
Arī Brigaderes Varim
Nāca atmošanās laiks.
Vēl es varu rokās cilāt
Cirvi cirtienam un dot.
Tā, ka atbalss noskan silā,
Pazaudēto atkarot.
Un nav grāmatā nevienā
Rakstīts, ka jau zaudēts viss.
Varbūt kādā jaukā dienā
Būs jauns dzejnieks piedzimis?
Dziedāšu tad tā kā prasa,
Skanēs akords gaišs un tīrs.
Dzeja taps kā zobens asa,
Kļūšu ievērojams vīrs.

Bet varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums
Vectēv tavā garā, tavā miesā.
Varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums,
Ka tiesās tos, kas tevi tiesā.
Jā, varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums,
Kas liek tev kautko beigt vai iesākt.
Dzirdi, varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums,
Ka tiesās tos, kas tevi tiesā.

Es atceros, ka sen atpakaļ man Sammiņa nolasīja pāris
No avīzes.
Sammiņa – tas... tā mēs saucam mūsu vecomammu.
Pagāja, kāds laiks, radās doma taisīt dziesmu ar
Vectēva dzejoļiem.
Un no visiem tiem dzejoļiem, kurus es izlasīju,
Visvairāk man acīs iekrita
Tieši šie divi "Varbūt" un "Mierinājums", jo viņos ir
Kautkas tāds, kas
Man ļoti kautko atgādina...
Un tagad otrais dzejolis "Mierinājums"

Tu neskumsti, jo nevar būt,
Ka ļaunums vien uz zemes valdīs
Nāks diena, ko jau jūt,
Un liktenim tu teiksi paldies.
Ir tiesa, dzīvot šķiet tev krusts
Un liekas – draugi novērsušies.
Tak tie, kas like tev zaimus just,
Ir tikai stulbas mēslu mušas.
To kodiens nepatīkams, dzeļ
Un rada rūgtumu un žulti.
Bet nākotnē sev spēku smel,
Un lidos garām pundurbultas.
Tu neskumsti, kad brūces sūrst
Tev cirstas dvēselei un miesai.
Drīz lielos ugunskurus kurs,
Tad tiesās tos, kas tevi tiesā.

Bet varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums
Vectēv tavā garā, tavā miesā.
Varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums,
Ka tiesās tos, kas tevi tiesā.
Jā, varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums,
Kas liek tev kautko beigt vai iesākt.
Dzirdi, varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums,
Ka tiesās tos, kas tevi tiesā.

Paklausieties
Ko es jums teikšu... kā dzejnieks...
Viņa dvēselē plūda un viļņoja domas... tās bija viņa
Paša sirdsjūtu skaņas...
Pareizi teikts... viņa paša srdsjūtu skaņas... bet
Tomēr...

...Vectēv tavā garā, tavā miesā.
Varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums,
Ka tiesās tos, kas tevi tiesā.
Jā, varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums,
Kas liek tev kautko beigt vai iesākt.
Dzirdi, varbūt tas ir tikai mierinājums,
Ka tiesās tos, kas tevi tiesā.

Perhaps Just Consolation

Yes... here I go, here I come (yes...)
Grandfather, I begin to count the lines of your poetry.
The first poem: "Perhaps"

The poet awakens in me again:
Words come and go and sing.
Wounds, stabbed, torn, bitten
The soul blooms anew.
Much has been set aside,
Hidden in the darkest corner
Flowers frozen on the island,
The night has dragged on.
You have to believe in spring,
The wind that caresses gently.
Also for Brigaderes Varis
The time of awakening came.
I can still raise my hands
Axe to strike and give.
So that the echo resounds warmly,
To reclaim what was lost.
And it's not written in any book
That everything is already lost.
Perhaps one fine day
Will a new poet be born?
I will sing then as it is required,
The chord will sound bright and pure.
Poetry will become as sharp as a sword,
I will become a notable man.

But maybe it's just consolation
Grandfather in your spirit, in your body.
Maybe it's just consolation,
That those who judge you will be judged.
Yes, maybe it's just consolation,
That makes you finish or start something.
Listen, maybe it's just consolation,
That those who judge you will be judged.

I remember a long time ago Sammy read me a couple
From the newspaper.
Sammy – that's... that's what we call our great-grandmother.
Some time passed, the idea came to make a song with
Grandfather's poems.
And of all the poems I read,
These two "Perhaps" and "Consolation" caught my eye the most,
Because there is something in them
That
Reminds me of something...
And now the second poem "Consolation"

You are not sad, because it cannot be,
That only evil will reign on earth
The day will come, which is already felt,
And you will say thank you to fate.
There is justice, living seems to be a cross for you
And it seems - friends have turned away.
But those who make you feel reproaches,
Are just stupid dung flies.
Their bite is unpleasant, stings
And creates bitterness and bile.
But draw strength for yourself in the future,
And dwarf arrows will fly by.
You are not sad when wounds hurt
You are cut in soul and body.
Soon make big bonfires,
Then those who judge you will be judged.

But maybe it's just consolation
Grandfather in your spirit, in your body.
Maybe it's just consolation,
That those who judge you will be judged.
Yes, maybe it's just consolation,
That makes you finish or start something.
Listen, maybe it's just consolation,
That those who judge you will be judged.

Listen
What I will tell you... as a poet...
Thoughts flowed and waved in his soul... they were his
Sounds of his own heart...
Rightly said... sounds of his own heart... but
However...

...Grandfather in your spirit, in your body.
Maybe it's just consolation,
That those who judge you will be judged.
Yes, maybe it's just consolation,
That makes you finish or start something.
Listen, maybe it's just consolation,
That those who judge you will be judged.