Pauls, Aspazija. Circenīša Ziemassvētki. Aleksandra Špicberga un PUIKAS

Raimonds Pauls, Aspazija - Circenīša Ziemassvētki / The Little Cricket’s Christmas The little cricket sings By the fireside, Come, my boy, sit On your mother’s lap. Oh, don’t beg for A loaf of bread, Look out there instead — A host of stars! May others have nuts And pies; While the moon shines For us in the window! So round and white And kind, Moon never shines so bright For others. There, there, dear. Wipe away the tears, So you may hear My lovely story: We’ll put a harness On the cat, And ride the sky To the Moon. You’ll have many Shiny toys there, The cat will have Mice of gold. You’ll have a silver Gun, With a gilded Handle. A sword on Your hip, A little red flag In your hand. Hush, my little boy, Sleep on my lap Like the little cricket Sleeps by the fireside. Lyrics translation by Kintija Rogers Dzied / Sings Aleksandra Špicberga and Boys v