Skroderis bez vārda - Jauns Mēness

Viņam dvēsele bija tik plaša

Ka jebkuram tas uzsmaidīja

Pliks un nabags, bez krekla, bez graša

Sirdīs caurumus aizlāpīja

Kur tas adatu ņēma un diegus

To nekad neviens neprasīja

Varbūt vētras un migla un lietus

Tos ar vēju tam piegādāja

Bet tu pūt, vējiņ, pūt

Vai plīst tur vai lūst

Tev vienmēr ir jāpagūst!

Bet tu pūt, vējiņ, pūt

Gan viņus, gan mūs

Varbūt nāksies reiz aizlāpīt!

Ja kāds jautāja, kā viņu sauca

Daudzi mulsa un atrunājās

Ļaudis vārdus un uzvārdus jauca

Knapi savējos atcerējās

Tā tas gāja līdz nākamai reizei

Kamēr atkal jau kāds iesaucās:

«Atnāc, lūdzu un izglāb un aizej

Lai tie vainīgie pasakās!»

Bet tu pūt, vējiņ, pūt

Vai plīst tur vai lūst

Tev vienmēr ir jāpagūst!

Bet tu pūt, vējiņ, pūt

Gan viņus, gan mūs

Varbūt nāksies reiz aizlāpīt!

Un nekad tam nav bijis neviena

Kas par skroderi izmācītu

Kā vien simtsreiz cauršautā siena

Starp meliem un patiesību

Un nekad tam nav bijis neviena

Kas par skroderi izmācītu

Kā vien simtsreiz cauršautā siena

Starp meliem un patiesību

Bet tu pūt, vējiņ, pūt

Vai plīst tur vai lūst

Tev vienmēr ir jāpagūst!

Bet tu pūt, vējiņ, pūt

Gan viņus, gan mūs

Varbūt nāksies reiz aizlāpīt!

Bet tu pūt, vējiņ, pūt

Vai plīst tur vai lūst

Tev vienmēr ir jāpagūst!

Bet tu pūt, vējiņ, pūt

Gan viņus, gan mūs

Varbūt nāksies reiz aizlāpīt!

His soul was so wide

That everyone smiled

Bald and poor, without a shirt, without a penny

Holes in their hearts were patched

Where it took the needle and thread

Nobody ever asked for that

Maybe storms and fog and rain

They were delivered to him by the wind

But you blow, wind, blow

Will tear there or break

You always have to gain!

But you blow, wind, blow

Both them and us

Maybe you'll have to patch up once!

If anyone asked what his name was

Many mumbled and spoke

People confused names and surnames

Knapi remembered his own

That's how it went until next time

While someone exclaimed again:

"Come and save and go

May those guilty in fairy tales! ”

But you blow, wind, blow

Will tear there or break

You always have to gain!

But you blow, wind, blow

Both them and us

Maybe you'll have to patch up once!

And it has never had anyone

What about a tailor

Like a wall shot a hundred times

Between lies and truth

And it has never had anyone

What about a tailor

Like a wall shot a hundred times

Between lies and truth

But you blow, wind, blow

Will tear there or break

You always have to gain!

But you blow, wind, blow

Both them and us

Maybe you'll have to patch up once!

But you blow, wind, blow

Will tear there or break

You always have to gain!

But you blow, wind, blow

Both them and us

Maybe you'll have to patch up once!