Garšvielu Songs - Раймонд Паулс

Un kardamons, kardamons piederēs

Tas pārvaldīs pasauli, pasauli

Un varbūt tie, varbūt tie būsim mēs

Mēs cepsim no pasaules smalkmaizi

Mums vajadzīgs, vajadzīgs tieši tas

Šie citroni, cukuri, cukāti

Un magoņu, magoņu sēkliņas

Tu sēdēsi, smalkmaizi apkampis

Būs pasaule, pasaule tava galds

Bet pasaulē, pasaulē, pasaulē

Viss pēkšņi kļūs, pēkšņi kļūs pārāk salds

Tad nosmirdēs benzīni, dīzeļi

Un sapnī tev, sapnī tev nafta nāks

Un pasaule, pasaule mainīsies

Un cept viņa, cept viņa karu sāks

Bet karotes nafta sāks karoties

Jo viss bijis, viss bijis pārāk salds

Un kafijas tasītēs naftu vien

Reiz pieredzēs, pieredzēs mūsu galds

Tu šausies, tu dursies, tu bumbosies

Dēļ naftas, dēļ naftas, dēļ naftas vien

Kam nafta šai pasaulei piederēs

Tas pārvaldīs, pārvaldīs galdu viens

Un aizlidos tasītes, terīnes

Un biķeris, biķeris aizlidos

Uz vecajiem laikiem tur atpakaļ

Kā rudenī, rudenī meža zoss

Kur cep vēl no pasaules smalkmaizi

Jo vajadzīgs, vajadzīgs tieši tas

Šie citroni, cukuri, cukāti

Un magoņu, magoņu sēkliņas

And cardamom, cardamom will belong

It will rule the world, the world

And maybe they are, maybe they will be us

We bake from the world a pastry

That is what we need, that is what we need

These lemons, sugars, candies

And poppy, poppy seeds

You will sit, embracing the pastry

There will be a world, a world on your table

But in the world, in the world, in the world

Everything will suddenly become, suddenly too sweet

Then petrol and diesels will stink

And in a dream you, in a dream oil will come

And the world, the world will change

And bake his, bake his war will begin

But spoons of oil will start to hang

Because everything was, everything was too sweet

And coffee in a cup of oil alone

Once upon a time, our table will experience

You will shoot, you will pierce, you will bomb

Because of oil, because of oil, because of oil alone

Who owns the oil in this world

It will manage, will manage the table alone

And cups, terrines will fly away

And the beaker, the beaker will fly away

Back in the old days

As in the fall, fall forest goose

Where to bake another pastry from the world

Because that's what's needed

These lemons, sugars, candies

And poppy, poppy seeds