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Pa pasauli mūsu, kur viss ir tik strauji

Mašīnas rūc un pagalmos ir kaujas

Lēni, lēni, Atis ceļu mēro

Uz pagasta centru ar kumeliņu bēro

Čīkstēja rati un vērojot skatu

Viņšpieglauda matus, un padomāja: «āāā,

Vēl jātiek līdz tirgum, jāpaņem pirkumi

Jāpabaro zirgu, nu, kaut kātā…»

Garāmbraucēji taurēun sauc

Apdzen pajūgu, riepas tik kauc, lai kauc

Garāmbraucēji taurēun sauc

Stūri rausta un uzacis rauc, lai rauc

Miests aiz miesta, viss iet kāpa sviestu

Līdz vajadzības spiests Atis liek zirgam stāt

Stāv, kaut ko bakstās, redz māla podu

Domā: «kas tas tāds?», un pieiet tam klāt

Tai podābij'lati, tas Atim sāk patikt

Viņšpieglauda matus, un padomāja: «wow

Te atlikt var tirgu, laist vaļāzirgu

Ir iespēju virkne», un priekāsāk kaukt

Garāmbraucēji taurēun sauc

«Ko viņšstāv, te stāvēt nav ļauts!», nav ļauts

Garāmbraucēji taurēun sauc

«Nē, tu paskaties, vai tas nav viens pauts?», jānav

Bet tie, kam vēl uz lūpām piens

Vai mācīt var un spriest

Par to vai katrs pagrieziens

Ir tas, kur iekšāgriest?

Bet tie, kam vēl uz lūpām piens

Vai mācīt var un spriest

Par to vai katrs pagrieziens

Ir tas, kur iekšāgriest?

Hm… tātad podābij'lati, kas Atim tāpatīk

Bet pirms palaist zirgu

No priekiem tiek žirgts

Viņšapsēdās mirkli pasapņot kā:

Viņšpaņemtu podu, pa taisno uz bodi

Pie smalkākāskrodera, kur jaunākās modes

Un tie, kas man koda, nu atdos man godu

Ja izspruktu lode, es izbēgtu sodus

Bet redz, kas par jodu, kur dālderi rodas

Parādās kodes un kāds mani nodos

Kaut ar zin’vienalga, jo nauda tak valda

Un man tak būs dāmas, tās burvīgās dāmas

Bet tām līdzi drāmas, un nav dzīves rāmas

Un nav dzīves rāmas???

Attapās Atis jau tikai pie ratiem

Bez poda un latiem, vēl brīdi viņšstāv

Pārdomās klusi, atskatījās drusku

Tad pārmeta krustu un atsāka braukt

Bet tie, kam vēl uz lūpām piens

Vai mācīt var un spriest

Par to vai katrs pagrieziens

Ir tas, kur iekšāgriezt?

Čīkstēja rati uz lielceļa platā

Un zirgs galvu kratot padomāja: «āāā

Jau tuvojas nakts, vēl jāaizved Atis

Jo kur viņšviens pats, nu kaut kātā…»

In the world of ours, where everything is so fast

Cars are roaring and there are battles in the yards

Slowly, slowly, Atis measures his way

Go to the center of the parish with a chamomile

Squats and watching the view

He slapped his hair and thought, "Aha,

You still have to go to the market, take your purchases

You have to feed the horse, well, at least ātā »

Passers-by call the trumpet

Drive the car, so that the tires are too loud

Passers-by call the trumpet

The corners are twitched and the eyebrows are twitched to twitch

City after city, everything goes up in butter

Atis, pushed as needed, makes the horse stand

Standing, digging, sees a clay pot

Think, "What's that?" And approach it

She podābij'lati, Atim is starting to like it

He slapped his hair and thought, «wow

Here you can postpone the market, release a horse

There are a number of possibilities »and it is better to cry

Passers-by call the trumpet

"What he stands for is not allowed to stand here!", Is not allowed

Passers-by call the trumpet

"No, you see, isn't that a paut?"

But those who still have milk on their lips

Can teach and judge

About whether or not every turn

Is this the inner ceiling?

But those who still have milk on their lips

Can teach and judge

About whether or not every turn

Is this the inner ceiling?

Hm… so podābij'lati, which Atim likes

But before you run the horse

It is a joy to ride

He sat down to dream for a moment as:

He would take the pot, straight to the body

At the finest croder, where the latest fashions

And those who code me will give me honor

If I run out of bullets, I would escape penalties

But see what about iodine where dallers occur

Moths appear and someone will hand me over

Although it doesn't matter, its benefits are in control

And I will have ladies, those charming ladies

But they bring with them drama, and there is no serenity of life

And no life quiet ???

Atis just got behind the cart

Besides the toilet and lats, he is still standing

Reflected quietly, looked back a little

Then he was rebuked and resumed driving

But those who still have milk on their lips

Can teach and judge

About whether or not every turn

Is this where to cut in?

Squats on the highway wide

And the horse shook his head, and said, Ah

Night is approaching, Atis has yet to be taken away

Because wherever he is, somewhere in the stalk… »