The communists drove us to the camps
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And violently began to cross-Russian
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Well, in the land itself, the brothers are destroying
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Who knows how to steal positions and money
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What is freedom - difficult to judge for an unemployed person
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Is a potato a sip of water or alcohol?
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From the stand that roars full of breast
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He is not a brother to us, but there is a foreign body
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For the orphans, let us raise this cup
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Desperation eats away at pensioners
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Neither the mighty have eyes nor ears
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They weave their happiness from our misfortune
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How endless the depths of the cup of pain
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A drunken mother will tell you that
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I love Latvia - but will it love me
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Will the stolen power still be in despair?
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Long live beggars and the turn of the humiliated
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Long live those who fell in the ditches of their homeland
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For us, the mud of the Latvian land is the face of the gate
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We are the mud for your conscience
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Like blind bats, we see the way in the dark
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Although alcohol and potatoes are brought to the table
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We own Latvia n a handful of fat liars
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And the dust of happiness will be our gold one day
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Oh Latvia, you are a scar in my heart
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Oh My People - Horseback Riding
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If you want freedom, it is sold for cans in "tochkas".
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If you want to forget from John's, drink until Anna's |