Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ugunskura vieta ar skatu uz Latviju , by - Instrumenti. Song from the album Atkala, in the genre ПопRelease date: 07.12.2017
Record label: Instrumenti
Song language: Latvian
Ugunskura vieta ar skatu uz Latviju(original) |
| Ir tādas raizes, kas prieku dara |
| Naktis, kas svinīgu gaismu rada |
| Kas es biju, kad vairs nekas nebiju |
| Ugunskura vieta ar skatu uz Latviju |
| Un šūpoles viļņojas augusta gaisā |
| Odi salido kāsītī skaistā |
| Šūpoles viļņojas augusta gaisā |
| Odi salido kāsītī skaistā |
| Mēs sadodam rokās savas kautrīgās dabas |
| Un visas himnas ir mūsu un labas |
| Dziesmas dzied tēvi, dēli un meitas |
| Tik ļoti no sirds, ka bekari beidzas |
| Silta gaisma Saule pār Daugavu |
| Koru kari un balle ar Pērkonu |
| Un šūpoles viļņojas augusta gaisā |
| Odi salido kāsītī skaistā |
| Šūpoles viļņojas augusta gaisā |
| Odi salido kāsītī skaistā |
| Mēs sadodam rokās savas kautrīgās dabas |
| Un visas himnas ir mūsu un labas |
| Mājup ilgais ceļš caur kāpām |
| Kuru katru vasaru mēs gājām |
| Ar aizvien augoša mēroga oktāvām |
| Ducina nākotne pagaidām |
| Un šūpoles viļņojas augusta gaisā |
| Odi salido kāsītī skaistā |
| Šūpoles viļņojas augusta gaisā |
| Odi salido kāsītī skaistā |
| Ir tādi svētki, kas spēku paņem |
| Bet atdod to atpakaļ dziļi noslēptu |
| Kas es biju, kad vairs nekas nebiju |
| Ugunskura vieta ar skatu uz Latviju |
| (translation) |
| There are worries that make me happy |
| Nights that create a solemn light |
| Who I was when I was nothing |
| Fireplace with a view of Latvia |
| And the swing ripples in the August air |
| Mosquitoes flock to the beautiful |
| The swing ripples in the August air |
| Mosquitoes flock to the beautiful |
| We put our shy natures in our hands |
| And all the hymns are ours and good |
| Fathers, sons and daughters sing songs |
| So much from the heart that the food runs out |
| Warm light The sun over the Daugava |
| Choir Wars and Ball with Thunder |
| And the swing ripples in the August air |
| Mosquitoes flock to the beautiful |
| The swing ripples in the August air |
| Mosquitoes flock to the beautiful |
| We put our shy natures in our hands |
| And all the hymns are ours and good |
| The long way home through the dunes |
| Which every summer we went to |
| With increasing octaves |
| Ducina's future for now |
| And the swing ripples in the August air |
| Mosquitoes flock to the beautiful |
| The swing ripples in the August air |
| Mosquitoes flock to the beautiful |
| There are festivities that take hold |
| But return it deeply hidden |
| Who I was when I was nothing |
| Fireplace with a view of Latvia |