Bez mīlestības nedzīvojiet,
Don't live without love
Bez mīlestības viss ir mazs,
Without a love everything is small
Bez mīlestības dūmo krāsnis
Without a love stoves are smoking
Un maizi negriež nazis ass.
And sharp knife doesn't cut the bread.
Un kāds ar atdauzītu cirvi,
And someone with a blunt ax,
Ar trulu cirvi dienas tēš
With a blunt ax chopping days
Un dīvains apnicības velniņš
And the weird devil of boredom
Uz spožām gardīnstangām sēž...
Sitting on a bright curtain rod ...
Un it ne velna nevar saprast,
And not a damn thing is clear
Kāpēc uz loga puķes zied?
Why do flowers bloom on the window?
Kāpēc no rītiem vajag celties
Why do you have to get up in the morning
Un kāpēc vajag gulēt iet?
And why do you have to go to sleep?
Bez mīlestības nedzīvojiet,
Don't live without love
Jo nav, kas ņem, un nav, kas dod,
Because there is no one who takes, and no one who gives.
Un viens tu dzer no savas krūzes,
And you alone drink from your cup,
Viens savā maizes rikā kod.
Alone you eat your slice of bread.