Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ai, Māte Latgale, artist - Aija Kukule. Album song Eduarda Rozenštrauha Dziesmas, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Record label: Microphone
Song language: Latvian
Ai, Māte Latgale(original) |
Viņš klusi jautāja reiz magonei un nātrei |
Kā gan viņš patikt var man vidzemniecei ātrai |
Kas nāks reiz tīrumus un rožu druvas ravēt |
Un skaisto jaunību un krāšņo dzīvi slavēt |
Ai, māte Latgale, tu dārga man un mīļa |
Es raugos magonēs kā tavā vaigā zvīļā |
Vai rītos, vakaros vai arī naktīs vēlu |
Par tevi domāju un tavu skaisto dēlu |
Jau trejas vasaras viņš man' pie sevis saucis |
Līdz pašai Aiviekstei man lepnai pakaļ braucis |
Jau trejas vasaras viņš zābakos vien āvies |
Pa talkām dzēris daudz, pat radu godos kāvies |
Ai, māte Latgale, tu dārga man un mīļa |
Es raugos magonēs kā tavā vaigā zvīļā |
Vai rītos, vakaros vai arī naktīs vēlu |
Par tevi domāju un tavu skaisto dēlu |
Es, māte, lakatu tev došu Rīgā pirktu |
Lai tu, uz ciemiem ejot, rasā nesamirktu |
Lai skaists un rakstains tas ap taviem pleciem kļautos |
Kad tu ar vedeklu par savu dēlu rātos |
Ai, māte Latgale, tu dārga man un mīļa |
Es raugos magonēs kā tavā vaigā zvīļā |
Vai rītos, vakaros vai arī naktīs vēlu |
Par tevi domāju un tavu skaisto dēlu |
(translation) |
He once asked the poppy and the nettle silently |
How can he like me in Vidzeme fast? |
Who will come once in the fields and weeds of rose hips |
And praise the beautiful youth and the glorious life |
Oh, mother Latgale, you are dear to me and dear |
I look at the poppy in my face |
Whether in the mornings, evenings or late at night |
I think of you and your beautiful son |
He's been calling me for three summers |
He has proudly followed me to Aiviekste himself |
He has been wearing boots for three summers |
He drank a lot during work, even missed his relatives |
Oh, mother Latgale, you are dear to me and dear |
I look at the poppy in my face |
Whether in the mornings, evenings or late at night |
I think of you and your beautiful son |
I, my mother, will give you a scarf to buy in Riga |
So that you don't get wet in the dew when you go to the villages |
Let it be beautiful and patterned around your shoulders |
When you're in a mess with your son |
Oh, mother Latgale, you are dear to me and dear |
I look at the poppy in my face |
Whether in the mornings, evenings or late at night |
I think of you and your beautiful son |