Maniem vārdiem nav miera.
My words doesn't have a peace.
Tie krīt no krēsliem, galdiem, jumtiem.
Those are falling from chairs, tables, roofs.
Kā pierast
How to get used to it
ja trīs reiz dienā peviļ,
if it disappoints three times in a day,
Tā vien liekas
It seems like
ka smejoties par mani gandrīz
it's almost laughing about me.
Visi eņģeļi lido,
All angels fly,
Katrs kaut ko dzied.
Each one of them sings something.
un man nav žēl-
and I'm not sorry -
lai tie priecājas.
let them have fun.
Ar pieri skriet sienā
Banging head against the wall
Un vienmēr noliegt:
And always denying it:
Tas neesmu es, tas neesmu es.
It's not me, it's not me.
Kā pierast
How to get used to it
Ēst sviestmaizes bez siera
Eating sandwiches without a cheese
Kā smejoties par mani gandrīz
How it's almost laughing about me
Visi eņģeļi lido,
All angels fly,
Katrs kaut ko dzied.
Each one of them sings something.
Un man nav žēl-
and I'm not sorry -
lai tie priecājas.
let them have fun.
Maniem eņģeļiem nav miera.
My angels doesn't have a peace.
Ja kāds tos aiztiks,
If someone will touch them,
Tie pazudīs pavisam.
They'll disappear completely
Tikai pēc laika
Only after some time
Atkal varēs teikt, ka gandrīz
You'll be able to say almost.
Visi eņģeļi lido
All angels fly,
Katrs kaut ko dzied.
Each one of them sings something.
Un man nav žēl-
and I'm not sorry -
Lai tie priecājas.
let them have fun.