Pilsēta Lyrics – Riekstu Armija
Singer: Riekstu Armija
Title: Pilsēta
Skudru pūznis, siltuma sala
Pagalmi… un divu litru tilpuma ali
Katrs stāsts atšķirīgs kā piltuves gali
Tā nebūs pilnīga bilde, ja tā būs bilde bez manis
Tas ir…
Skudru pūznis, siltuma sala
Pagalmi… un divu litru tilpuma ali
Katrs stāsts atšķirīgs kā piltuves gali
Tā nebūs pilnīga bilde, ja tā būs bilde bez manis
Mirklis – ir tas tik īss, skrien tirpas ik brīdi
Kad atgriežos dzimtajā vietā – Rīgas sirdī
Kur vēsturiskās mājas raida manī dzīvus smaidus
Un šie vecie trotuāri joprojām skaita manus frīstailus
Šeit jūtos savādāk, mūzikai rodu ideālu fonu
Tepat netālu vēl dzīvo mana “oridžinal” oma
Reizēm sapņos atnāk Šarlotes un Briāna stūris
Ejot garām, uz to ēku kā uz mirāžu lūru, jā
Kādreiz radās mans rap’s tur un bomba
Denacionalizētā namā bez apkures un komforta
Kur pagalmā točkas počkas aptur kā kondori
Un katrs trešais iemītnieks – ar raksturu kā Onslovam
Apturi to momentu, ko vēl Tu pamanīsi uz planētas
Kad viss mainās ātrāk kā izaug no mazdārziņiem arēna
Apstādini planētu bez steigas, reibuma un protesta
Likās šī biļete ir uz vienu galu – Viestura prospekta
Aizejot gadi izdega kā skaliņš pa īsu brīdi
Silti vasaras vakari, līdz tumsai aliņš piе Ķīsīša
Bloku māja, ne pludmale – kruta -, kur ir(a) palmas ēnas
Bet tur dzima divi albumi plus tur mira alfabēts
Mani uztur dzīvu bauda pēc visa, kas uz bīta ir gāzts
Un pabūšana cеntrā, Brasā, Mežaparkā, Grīziņā
Šobrīd man tas grūti un savādi rakstās
Jo staigāju Pārdaugavā, mana sirds paliek labā krastā
Arčij, bij’ labs!
Un tagad ansis!
Pastāsti viņiem, ko Tu gribēji pastāstīt!
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pacel rokas!
Yeah!
Es esmu Jūrmalas bērns, Ķemeru puika, Kauguru tīnis
Pa pusei rīdzinieks tagad, es stāvu kaut kur uz strīpas
Kad es biju sīks, mums apkārt bija daudz māju
Tagad tur gruveši, zāle, pamatus pārklāj drupas un nāve
Bija daudz sanatoriju, katrā pusē pusdesmit tādu
Un ļaudis tikmēr lēni aizceļo kā tuksneša stādi
Kustas uz tālumu, “Kurš tad grib palikt te pāri?”
Tu prasi, brīnoties, kā patiktu kādam tā sādža
Un domā: “Nafig tos pāķus!”, bet, zini, man tā vieta
Mūžīgi būs daudzās jomās klasika, es sāku tur dzīvi
Cieni sētu, kaut no Latvijas ānusa līstu
Daudzi aizmirst saknes, paskatās sāņus un krīt
Un ne lai repotu kā kings esmu nācis uz Rīgu
Jo tieši sētas iespaidots es liku vārdu vārdus uz bīta
Tur nav baložu, sētā bija vārnas, plīvo Karogi un bērni
Nezinot par Puškinu, pat mētā viņa vārdu
Tur uz jumtiem tagad aug koki, ielas paliek šaurākas
Ēkām no Saules paliek sienas ar gadiem baltākas
Man besī apstākļi tie, kur no bērniem izaug alkāni
Bet man tā vieta tuvākā liekas no visām svalkām…
Skudru pūznis, siltuma sala
Pagalmi… un divu litru tilpuma ali
Katrs stāsts atšķirīgs kā piltuves gali
Tā nebūs pilnīga bilde, ja tā būs bilde bez manis
Tas ir…
Skudru pūznis, siltuma sala
Pagalmi… un divu litru tilpuma ali
Katrs stāsts atšķirīgs kā piltuves gali
Tā nebūs pilnīga bilde, ja tā būs bilde bez manis
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Pilsēta – English Translation
Ants, heat island
Yard … and a two -liter volume ali
Each story is different as the ends of the funnel
It won’t be a complete picture if it will be a picture without me
It is a…
Ants, heat island
Yard … and a two -liter volume ali
Each story is different as the ends of the funnel
It won’t be a complete picture if it will be a picture without me
Moment – it’s so short running tingle every moment
When I return to my native place – in the heart of Riga
Where the historic houses send me live smiles
And these old sidewalks still count my freestyle
Here I feel different, the perfect background of the music is
Right there is still my “Oridžinal” Oma
Sometimes in dreams of Charlotte and Brian’s corner
As you pass by, the building like a mirage lura, yes
Ever emerged my rap’s there and bomba
In a denationalized house without heating and comfort
Where in the yard točka pochkas stops like condori
And every third resident – with character as Onslov
Stop the moment you’ll notice on the planet
When everything changes faster than growing from small gardens arena
Stop the planet without hurry, intoxication and protest
It seemed this ticket to one end – Viestura Avenue
Going out years burned down like a scale for a short while
Warm summer evenings until the dark beer pien
Block house, not beach – crust – where are (a) palm shadows
But there were two albums plus the alphabet died there
I keep alive enjoying all over the bait is overthrown
And hitting in Cestry, Brasa, Mežaparks, Grizina
This is hard and strangely written for me right now
Because I walk in Pardaugava, my heart remains on a good shore
Archi, was’ good!
And now Ansis!
Tell them what you wanted to tell!
PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PACCLY HANDS!
Yeah!
I’m a child of Jurmala, Kemeri boy, Kauguri Tin
By half Rigans now, I stand somewhere on the strip
When I was tiny, there were many houses around us
Now holds debris, grass, the foundations covered by the ruins and death
There were many sanatoriums on each side of half a half
And people, meanwhile, are slowly traveling like a desert seedlings
Moves to a distance, “Who wants to stay here?”
You ask, wondering how it would like someone’s village
And thinks, “Nafig those bulls!” But, you know, I have its place
Forever there will be in many areas of classics, I started there lives
Respect the backyard, even from the lass of Latvian an#s
Many forget the roots, look sideways and fall
And not to repot as kings have come to Riga
Because exactly the fence’s impressed I put the word words on the bit
There are no pigeons, there were crows in the backyard, flags and children
Not knowing about Pushkin, even toss his name
There on the roofs now grows trees, the streets remain narrower
Buildings from the sun remains the walls with years whiter
I have the circumstances where the children grow up from children
But for me, the place closest to me seems from all the swallows …
Ants, heat island
Yard … and a two -liter volume ali
Each story is different as the ends of the funnel
It won’t be a complete picture if it will be a picture without me
It is a…
Ants, heat island
Yard … and a two -liter volume ali
Each story is different as the ends of the funnel
It won’t be a complete picture if it will be a picture without me
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
Lyrics Riekstu Armija – Pilsēta
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