Puteklis - Интарс Бусулис

Kad durvis atveras, puteklis atceras

Kā bija nomiris un atkal piedzimis

Dažādi nieciņi, savādi prieciņi

Balons no ballītes, diedziņš no šallītes

Lietām pieķeros, vietām aizķeros

Tāpēc, ka tik ļoti viss man ir prātā palicis

Sirdspukstu pārsitiens, sajūtu palēciens

Te lūk tu patveries, te tu man atveries

Tagad te dzīvoju, caurvējā plīvoju

Kā laimes luteklis, atmiņu puteklis

Lietām pieķeros, vietām aizķeros

Tāpēc, ka tik ļoti viss man ir prātā palicis

Lūpas tavas smaidošās, krūtis mani gaidošās

Nē, nekas nav noticis, puteklī es pārdzimis

Kāpēc viss ir pārvērties?

Nekas vēl nav man aizmirsies

Kas vadīs šais paslēpēs?

Kas sameklēs, kur tagad mēs?

Pieskaros es spogulim, kur bija

Atspīdums tavs kā pasakā reiz bija

Kāpēc laiks tik griezīgs ir šai stāstā

Kaut apstātos bezgalīgā stāsta

Es par tevi nedomāšu

Es tam ilgi spēkus krāšu

Lietām pieķeros, vietām aizķeros

Tāpēc, ka tik ļoti viss man ir prātā palicis

Lūpas tavas smaidošās

Krūtis mani gaidošās

Nē, nekas nav noticis

Puteklī es pārdzimis

Kad durvis atveras, puteklis atceras

Kā bija nomiris un atkal piedzimis

Dažādi nieciņi, savādi prieciņi

Balons no ballītes, diedziņš no šallītes

Es par tevi nedomāšu

Es tam ilgi spēkus krāšu

When the door opens, the dust remembers

How he died and was born again

Various little things, strange pleasures

Balloon from a party, thread from a scarf

I get caught up in things, I get caught up in places

Because I have so much in mind

A beating of the heartbeat, a jump in the senses

Here you take refuge, here you open to me

Now I live here, fluttering in the wind

As a lute, a dust of memories

I get caught up in things, I get caught up in places

Because I have so much in mind

Your lips are smiling, your breasts are waiting for me

No, nothing happened, I was reborn in the dust

Why has everything changed?

Nothing yet I will forget

Who will lead these hideouts?

Who will find where we are now?

I touched the mirror where it was

The reflection was yours as it was in a fairy tale

Why time is so sharp in this story

Let's stop at the endless story

I will not think of you

I paint it for a long time

I get caught up in things, I get caught up in places

Because I have so much in mind

Your lips are smiling

Breasts waiting for me

No, nothing happened

I was reborn in the dust

When the door opens, the dust remembers

How he died and was born again

Various little things, strange pleasures

Balloon from a party, thread from a scarf

I will not think of you

I paint it for a long time