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Balāde Par Skaudību

Reiz naktī kungs, tas melnais kungs
Man teica, kaukdams skurstenī:
Es esmu naids un skaudība,
Pret draugu draugs tiks sarīdīts.

Pret staru stars, pret mūžu mūžs,
Pret tevi es, pret mani tu.
Tā teica kungs, ai, melnais kungs,
Tā teica kungs, ai, melnais kungs.

Es esmu naids un skaudība,
Pret draugu draugs tiks sarīdīts.
Pret staru stars, pret mūžu mūžs,
Pret tevi es, pret mani tu.

Bet nu jau krusts, ai, smagais krusts
Pār draugiem stāv, pār dzīvēm stāv.
Pret tevi es, pret mani tu.
Katru dienu naida tītavās
Senu draugu dzīves tinas,
Katru dienu balta skaudība
Savus melnos svētkus svin.
Aiziet dienas naidā tīdamās,
Projām aiziet arī draugi.
Tukšu māju jumtos vīdamās,
Roze vēja ziedos plauks.

Bet nu jau krusts, ai, smagais krusts
Pār draugiem stāv, pār dzīvēm stāv.
Pret tevi es, pret mani tu.
Katru dienu naida tītavās
Senu draugu dzīves tinas,
Katru dienu balta skaudība
Savus melnos svētkus svin.
Aiziet dienas naidā tīdamās,
Projām aiziet arī draugi.
Tukšu māju jumtos vīdamās,
Roze vēja ziedos plauks.

Ballad of Envy

Once at night, the black lord
Told me, bawling through the chimney:
I am hate and envy,
Against friend, friend will turn out embittered.

Against ray, ray, against life, life,
Against you I, against me you.
So said the lord, oh, black lord,
So said the lord, oh, black lord.

I am hate and envy,
Against friend, friend will turn out embittered.
Against ray, ray, against life, life,
Against you I, against me you.

But now the cross, oh, heavy cross
Stands over friends, stands over lives.
Against you I, against me you.
Each day in the webs of hate,
The lives of friends of old entwine,
Each day, white envy
Celebrates its black holidays.
Days depart, wrapped in hate,
Away too go friends.
In the roofs of empty houses, shimmering,
The rose of the wind shall bloom.

But now the cross, oh, heavy cross
Stands over friends, stands over lives.
Against you I, against me you.
Each day in the webs of hate,
The lives of friends of old entwine,
Each day, white envy
Celebrates its black holidays.
Days depart, wrapped in hate,
Away too go friends.
In the roofs of empty houses, shimmering,
The rose of the wind shall bloom.