Par podu [English translation]

In this world of ours, where everything happens so quickly

Cars rumble and there are fights in courtyards

Slowly, slowly Atis makes his way

To the centre of town with his grey mare

The cart creaked and looking at the view

He slicked back his hair and thought "Oh... I still need to reach the market, take my purchases, feed the horse, well, something along those lines..."

Passers by toot their horns and call out

They pass the cart, tires screaming, let them

Passers by toot their horns and call out

Pull their steering wheels and furrow their eyebrows

Let them

Town after town, everything goes as planned

Until forced Atis stops the horse

He stands, poking around, sees a clay pot

Thinks "What is that?" And goes up to it

In that pot there were several Lats, Atis starting to like what he sees

He slicked back his hair and thinks: "I can cancel the market, let the horse go, there is a chain of possibilities in front of me" and cries out in happiness

Passers by toot their horns and call out

"Why has he stopped there, that is forbidden!"

Passers by toot their horns and call out

"No, just look isn't he a dick?" Yes he isn't

But can those who still have milk on their lips

Teach and judge

Whether each turn

Is the right one to take?

But can those who still have milk on their lips

Teach and judge

Whether each turn

Is the right one to take?

Hmm... So in the pot were several Lats, which Atis likes

But before releasing his horse

So happy is he

He sits for a moment to dream how:

He might take the pot straight to the shop

To the smartest tailor who has the newest fashions

And those who once scorned me will return my honour

If a bullet got free, I'd escape the penalties

But see here is the thing

Where Thalers come into play

Bugs appear and someone shall betray me

Even with this knowledge it doesn't matter, because money rules

And I shall have ladies, those enchanting ladies

But drama follows them and there is no chance of a calm life

No chance of a calm life?

Atis awakes just there by his cart

Without the pot and several Lats he stands there for a while

In his thoughts quietly, looked back for a bit then drew a cross and resumed his journey

But can those who still have milk on their lips

Teach and judge

Whether each turn

Is the right one to take?

The cart creaked on the wide dual carriageway

And the horse slowly nodding its head

Thought: "Oh... Night is nearing, I still need to take Atis home, because where would he go all alone, well, something along those lines..."

• Artist:BrainStorm
• Album:Tur kaut kam ir jābūt