Текст и перевод песни Margarita Vilcāne - Tāls Parīzes radio

Tāls Parīzes radio

Dzejnieks vai arī mēness
Nogurst no pasaules sāpēm,
Tonakt lūkojās manā logā
Un tāls Parīzes radio
Dziedāja Branžā dziesmu
Par rudmataino Žannu,
Kas zaudējusi vīru
Toreiz pirms divsimt gadiem.

Kāpēc rudmatainā Žanna
Savā karaļvalstī, karaļvalstī raud?
Kam lai Žanna sūdzē bēdu
Tālā karaļvalstī?
Vai maestro jums?

Troni, filigrānais troni,
Tev mūsu bēdu nesadzirdēt,
Mūsu lūpas dziedās par
Žannu sarkanmataino.

Kam atkal dzīve nolaupīta šonakt,
Skumja sanšonete
Mazliet mīlas lūdzas
Jums, maestro, jums.

Kam atkal dzīve nolaupīta šonakt,
Skumja sanšonete
Mazliet mīlas lūdzas
Jums, maestro, jums.

Ko jūs varat viņai sacīt?
Acis pelnu pilnas
Jums, maestro, jums.

Ko jūs varat viņai sacīt?
Acis pelnu pilnas
Jums, maestro, jums.

The distant Paris radio

The poet or even the moon
Gets tired of the world's pain,
Tonight looking into my window
And the distant Paris radio
Sang the Branža song
About the redhead Jeanne,
Who lost her husband
Two hundred years ago.

Why is the redhead Jeanne
Crying in her kingdom, in her kingdom?
Whom can Jeanne confide her sorrow to
In the distant kingdom?
To you, the maestro?

The throne, the filigree throne,
You can't hear our sorrow,
Our lips will sing about
The redhead Jeanne.

Whose life is once again robbed tonight,
A sad songstress
She begs for a little love
For you, maestro, for you.

Whose life is once again robbed tonight,
A sad songstress
She begs for a little love
For you, maestro, for you.

What can you tell her?
Her eyes are full of ashes
For you, maestro, for you.

What can you tell her?
Her eyes are full of ashes
For you, maestro, for you.