Текст и перевод песни Kaspars Dimiters - Klusēšana Dziesmā

Klusēšana Dziesmā

Neelpo, pietiek - jau pasaule tukša
No karogiem krāsa skalojas sārta
Neej vairs lūgties pie valdības rukša
Aizej pie balgas vai turp, kur vēl bārta

Velti te karot un stulbi krist kaujā
Nav tādu ieroču, nav tāda pulka
Kurā lai ļautu sirdij iet straujāk
Kurā mēs saprastos paši, bez tulka

Ir jau mums bērni - tu pareizi saki
Ir vēl dēļ kā to sistēmu ārdīt
Bet zeme nav mūsu, paši kā vraki,
Vienmēr viens otru gatavi spārdīt

Nopūsties gribas tā, ka lūzt priedes
Tā, ka brūk nami pār vampīru galvām
Nolaupīt bānīti, samontēt sliedes
Aizplēst pie rucavām, bārtām un balgām

Tomēr es nekaušos, klusēšu dziesmās
Klusēšu tā, kā kodola lādiņš
Būšu klāt brīvē, būšu klāt briesmās
Būšu gan ozols, gan saksaula stādiņš

Protams, tie vārdi - maz tajos jaudas
Akli kā kurmji bet saucamies "vaļi"
Trencamies barā pēc naudas, pēc baudas
Dzīvojam melni bet sakām, ka zaļi

Saplaukšu skrejlapās, ozolu ziedos
Noliekšos, tiekšos, lai būtu jums blaku
Grēku man daudz, bet ticu - Dievs piedos
Ja vajadzēs tuksnesī izrakšu aku

Silence in Song

Don't breathe, enough - the world is already empty
Color washes pink from the flags
Don't go to pray at the government's cross
Go to the forge or to where there is still a beard

It's useless to fight here and stupidly die in battle
There are no such weapons, there is no such force
In which to allow the heart to go faster
In which we would understand each other ourselves, without an interpreter

We already have children - you are right
There is still a reason to destroy that system
But the land is not ours, we are like wrecks,
Always ready to kick each other

I want to sigh so that the pines break
So that the houses collapse on the vampires' heads
To steal a little train, assemble the tracks
To escape to the knights, beards and bellows

However, I will not fight, I will be silent in songs
I will be silent like a nuclear charge
I will be there in freedom, I will be there in horrors
I will be both an oak and a saxaul sapling

Of course, there is little power in those words
Blind as moles, but we call ourselves "whales"
We train in the pack for money, for pleasure
We live black but say that we are green

I will bloom in leaflets, oak flowers
I will bend over, reach out to be next to you
I have many sins, but I believe - God will forgive
If necessary, I will dig a well in the desert