Es Rakstu Dženijai - Nora Bumbiere, Viktors Lačenoks, Раймонд Паулс

Sveika, Dženij!

Kā Tev iet?

Man iet labi.

Vēlos ar Tevi

iepazīties nopietnos nolūkos.

Es braucu tikai ar zirgu,

bet vienam ratos man ir skumji!

Dženij, augšā tai lidmašīnā

Nevieb lūpas par mani smīnā.

Lai Tev vēsta mazs, smaidošs foto —

Manu dzīvi velk auzu motors!

Dženij,

tici tam sudraba pakavam,

Mazāk tici tam sporta loto.

Smaidi blakus man ratos vai ragavās —

Visi apskaudīs tādu foto!

Dženij, nesien tās lūpas šleifē,

Kad Tu kuģī pār jūrām dreifē.

Droši braucu caur dzīvi ratos —

Zvaigznēm acīs un vējiem matos.

Dženij, tici tam sudraba pakavam,

Mazāk tici tam sporta loto.

Smaidi blakus man ratos vai ragavās —

Visi apskaudīs tādu foto!

Dženij, glābies, Tev benzīns matos!

Dženij, ātrāk sēd' manos ratos.

Šņirkstot smiltīm zem kurpju zolēm

Nost no ceļa — un naktsvijolēs.

Dženij,

tici tam sudraba pakavam,

Mazāk tici tam sporta loto.

Smaidi blakus man ratos vai ragavās —

Visi apskaudīs tādu foto!

Dženij, klausies mani vēl brīdi —

Neapprecies ar dīzelīti!

Slava zirgam lai skan kā moto:

Tava dzīve kā auzu motors.

Dženij, tici tam sudraba pakavam,

Mazāk tici tam sporta loto.

Smaidi blakus man ratos vai ragavās —

Visi apskaudīs tādu foto!

Paliec sveika!

Gaidīšu Tevi aerodromā, kad Tu

nolaidīsies no saviem augstumiem.

Manu zirgu Tu pazīsi

pēc zvaigznes pierē, bet mani pašu — pēc vējiem matos.

Tavs Jānis.

Dženij, tici tam sudraba pakavam,

Mazāk tici tam sporta loto!

Hi Jenny!

How you doin?

I am well.

I want to be with you

meet for serious purposes.

I only ride a horse,

but I'm sad alone in a cart!

Jenny, up on that plane

Don't move your lips in a smile for me.

Let a small, smiling photo tell you -

My life is driven by an oat engine!

Jenny,

believe in that silver horseshoe

Less believe that sports lotto.

Smile beside me in the cart or the sled—

Everyone will envy such a photo!

Jenny, don't purse those lips,

When You drift across the seas in a ship.

Ride Safely Through Life in a Chariot -

Stars in the eyes and wind in the hair.

Jenny, believe that silver horseshoe

Less believe that sports lotto.

Smile beside me in the cart or the sled—

Everyone will envy such a photo!

Jenny, save yourself, you have gasoline in your hair!

Jenny, hurry up and sit in my pram.

Sniffing the sand under the soles of my shoes

Off the road - and into the nightshades.

Jenny,

believe in that silver horseshoe

Less believe that sports lotto.

Smile beside me in the cart or the sled—

Everyone will envy such a photo!

Jenny, listen to me just a second—

Don't marry a diesel!

Glory to the horse should sound like a motto:

Your life is like an oat engine.

Jenny, believe that silver horseshoe

Less believe that sports lotto.

Smile beside me in the cart or the sled—

Everyone will envy such a photo!

Stay healthy!

I will wait for you at the airport when you

will come down from their heights.

You will know my horse

by the stars on my forehead, and myself by the winds in my hair.

Your John.

Jenny, believe that silver horseshoe

Less believe in that sports lotto!