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Latviešu strēlnieki

Strelnieki - septinsimt gadu
Slapetas tautas skalakais kliedziens
Slepus sentritais nazis
Kas parskela virves, lai varetu elpot

Pusnaktis baigas un aklas
Pie Veisiem, pie kekavas, Slokas un Smardes,
Tirela purvos balti ka spoki
Jus gajat nave

Strelnieki lepnie, jus zeni,
No Latvijas plavam un meziem

Dienu un nakti pie Juglas
Traki un melni ka cuguna lieti
Jus vacu lepnumam - gvardiem
Un vinu parspekam stavejat preti

Krievijas netiro ielu
Sausas un slapstosas lupas
Skupstijat asinim savamZvaigznu un Reveles ielam

Es redzu pie debesim nakti
Tur, kur makoni menesi rok
Pulks pec pulka nak aizsaules takti
Jus - brivibas del

Zeni no Nordeku priedem

Celas mirdzot un atkal plok

Tie ir strelnieki, kuru vairs nava
Un kuru nebus otrreiz vairs
Tikai vinu muziga slava
Tautu sargas ka karogs kairs.

The Latvian Riflemen

Riflemen - seven hundred years
The mournful cry of an enslaved nation
A Teutonic knife in the darkness
That severed the chains so we could breathe

The midnight is dark and endless
At Veisi, Kekava, Sloka and Smerde,
In the mists of Tīreļa, pale as ghosts
You marched to your death

Riflemen, proud young men,
From the shores and forests of Latvia

Day and night by the Jugla
Wild and fierce as cast iron
You stood against the ancient pride - the Guards
And their vaunted legions

The muddy streets of Russian
Parched and thirsty lips
You kiss with your own bloodZvaigznu and Reveles streets

I behold the heavens in the night
Where the moon grabs the clouds
Regiment after regiment marches on the path of the setting sun
You - for the sake of freedom

Young men from the pine forests of the North

Rises shimmering and fades again

Those are the riflemen, who are no more
And there will never be again
Only their resonant glory
Guarding the nation like an eternal banner.