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| Fūrman pasteidzies ātrāk! Brauc ātrāk | Coachman, hurry up, faster! Drive faster |
| Mani gaida man saka to sirds | Someone's waiting for me, my heart tells me |
| Mani gaida tur meitene mīļā | My sweetheart waits for me there |
| No kuŗas tik ilgi es šķirts :: | From whom I've so long been parted. :: |
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| Tik maigi un mīļi plūst vakara krēsla | How gentle and tender floods the evening dusk |
| Viss kā sidraba sķidrautā tīts | Wrapping all in its silvery veil |
| Manas dzimtenes mīļajās ārēs | And in the beloved fields of my native land |
| Klau skan dziesmas ka svētkus tur svin. | Hark! songs resound as festivals are celebrated there! |
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| Fūrman nesteidzies ātri brauc lēnām | Coachman! Don't hurry, drive slow |
| Itnekur vairs nav jāsteidzas man | There's no place I need hurry anymore |
| Man pievīla meitene mīļā | My sweetheart didn't keep her promise |
| No kuras tik ilgi es sķirts :: | From whom I've so long been parted :: |
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| Tik drūmi un baigi plūst vakara krēsla | How dark and wretched floods the evening dusk |
| Viss kā pelēkā līķautā tīts | Wrapping all in its ashen burial shroud |
| Savas dzimtenes mīļajās āres | And in the beloved fields of my native land |
| Klīstu viens es kā svešumā nu :: | I wander alone as if in some strange land. |
| | Well, now, isn't that something? :: |
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