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Tik pasakaina diena ārā dzimst,

Pār koku lapām lēni pārskrien vējš.

Un savāds nemiers manī nenorimst.

No ielas sētnieks vakardienu dzēš.

Pa radio dzied dziesmu Rolling Stones,

Un mācītājs sēž televizorā.

Es ieklausos kā viņa baritons,

Ik vienu šajā rītā uzrunā.

Dievs, stāvi man klāt,

Ak, Dievs, esi man blakus.

Dievs, stāvi man klāt,

Ak, Dievs, esi man blakus.

Pie manām durvīm pastnieks pieklauvē,

Viņš atnesis ir manas avīzes.

Es apsēžos pie galda virtuvē

Un vienaldzīgi šķirstu lappuses.

Kāds atkal redzējis ir debesīs,

To pašu, to, ko nevar aprakstīt.

Bet kādai mātei piedzimuši trīs.

Un tēvs ir prātā sajucis tūlīt.

Tā nemanot šī diena projām rit

Un melna ēna manu ielu klāj.

— Ak, dievs, tūlīt jau sitīs divpadsmit!

— Kāpēc neviens šīs stundas neuzkrāj?

Un atkal sākas jauna lappuse,

Šai grāmatā, kas pilna brīnumiem.

Varbūt es esmu tur, varbūt, ka te.

Zem desmit aizmigušiem tramvajiem.

Dievs, stāvi man klāt,

Ak, Dievs, esi man blakus.

Dievs, stāvi man klāt,

Ak, Dievs, esi man blakus.

Varbūt es nepamodies sapņoju,

Vien sapnī viss var būt tik nereāls.

Trīs meitenes, starp viņām arī tu,

Ir sācies vēl viens mēness karnevāls.

Such a fabulous day outside is born,

The wind is slowly running over the leaves of the trees.

And the strange anxiety does not subside in me.

The janitor clears yesterday from the street.

The song Rolling Stones is sung on the radio,

And the pastor is sitting in the TV.

I listen like his baritone,

Everyone is addressed this morning.

God, stand by me,

Oh, God, be by my side.

God, stand by me,

Oh, God, be by my side.

The postman knocks on my door,

He brought my newspapers.

I sit down at the table in the kitchen

And indifferent to the ark pages.

Someone who has seen him again in heaven

The same, what cannot be described.

But a mother was born three.

And the father is mad right away.

Without noticing, this day is still going on

And a black shadow covers my street.

- Oh, my God, I'll hit twelve now!

- Why doesn't anyone save these hours?

And a new page begins again,

This book is full of miracles.

Maybe I'm there, maybe here.

Under ten asleep trams.

God, stand by me,

Oh, God, be by my side.

God, stand by me,

Oh, God, be by my side.

Maybe I didn't wake up dreaming,

In a dream alone, everything can be so unreal.

Three girls, including you,

Another lunar carnival has begun.