mate - Kaspars Dimiters

Vīrs, kas senāk ziedus Gaujā kaisīja

Vakar linu virves cilpu taisīja

Svešam pārdots tīrums, vēl svešākam mežs

Viss kas bija toreiz — šoreiz jau ir svešs

Debesis caur jumtu raugās istabā

Izmisums ir kaprīzs — grib lai izdabā

Nenāk prieks pēc litra, ne pēc diviem nāk

Tā, kā bija toreiz, šoreiz nesanāk

Sieva purva dzelmē, palicis vien grozs

Dēls aiz restēm Rīgā, meita Rietumos

Šūpulīša vraks sen pažobelē pūst

Toreiz bij' kā toreiz, šoreiz — būs kā būs

Kampa viņš reiz bisi, zagli galēt nost

Tumsā ņēmās lode paša suni kost

Palicis bez drauga, sāka virvi vīt

Tas, kā bija toreiz, šoreiz nebūs rīt

Kaktā nokvēpusi mātes bildīte:

Būt par bildi viegli — dzīvot gan vairs ne

Ja tu satiec Dievu lūdz lai piedod māt

Toreiz biji līdzās — šoreiz neesi klāt

Atmirdz caurā jumtā savāds blāzmojums

Virves galu rokā vīrs to vēro drūms

Pēkšņi gaismā atskan mātes vārds tik maigs:

Toreiz viss vēl priekšā - šoreiz citāds laiks

Krīt no rokas virve — sirdī dzēliens ass

Mātes glāstam vīrs kā bērniņš padodas:

Ne sev pašam dzīvi, ne sev nāvi lemt

Toreiz tevi devu — šoreiz nāku ņemt

Māte to caur jumtu paceļ gaisos līdz

Kur to gaida sieva, suns un mūžīgs rīts

Lejā paliek virve — vienīgs liecinieks

Toreiz biji derīgs — šoreiz esi lieks

The man who used to scatter flowers in Gauja

Yesterday the loop of the linen rope was made

A field was sold to a stranger, a forest to an even stranger

Everything that was then is already foreign this time

The sky looks into the room through the roof

Despair is capricious - it wants to indulge

Happiness does not come after a liter, nor after two

The way it was then, it is not happening this time

The wife is at the bottom of the swamp, only the basket remains

Son behind bars in Riga, daughter in West

The wreckage of the cradle has long been rotting away

Then it was as it was then, this time it will be as it will be

In the camp, he will shoot once, to kill the thief

In the dark, the bullet started biting the dog itself

Left without a friend, he began to twist the rope

What was then will not be tomorrow this time

Mother's picture smoldering in the corner:

Being a picture is easy - living is not

If you meet God, ask him to forgive you

You were there then - you're not here this time

A strange glare flashes in the hole in the roof

The man with the end of the rope in his hand watches it grimly

Suddenly, the mother's name sounds so soft in the light:

Back then, everything is still ahead - this time is a different time

A rope falls from the hand - a stinging arrow in the heart

A husband like a child surrenders to his mother's caress:

To decide neither life nor death for oneself

I gave you then - this time I come to take you

The mother lifts it through the roof into the air

Where a wife, a dog and an eternal morning await

A rope remains below, the only witness

You were good then - you're redundant this time