Translation of the song lyrics ai Latvija (country versija) - Kaspars Dimiters

ai Latvija (country versija) (original)

Uz lēģeriem mūs komunisti dzina
Un varmācīgi ņēmās pārkrievot
Nu pašu zemē brāļi iznīcina
Kas amatus un naudu nozagt prot
Kas brīvība — spriest bezdarbniekam grūti
Vai kartupelis ūdens malks vai spirts?
No tribīnes kas auro pilnu krūti
Nav brālis mums bet svešķermenis ir
Par bāreņiem lai paceļam šo kausu
Par pensionāriem izmisums ko grauž
Ne varenajiem acu ir ne ausu
No mūsu nelaimes tie savu laimi auž
Cik bezgalīgas sāpju kausam dzīles
To nodzērusies māte pastāstīs
Es mīlu Latviju — bet vai tā mani mīlēs
Vai varas nozagta vēl bezcerībā dzīs
Lai dzīvo ubagi un pazemoto kārta
Lai dzīvo pakritušie dzimtās grāvmalēs
Mums latvju zemes dubļi sejas vārta
Jums sirdsapziņai dubļi esam mēs
Kā akli sikspārņi mēs tumsā redzam ceļu
Kaut spirts un kartupel’s vin galdā celts
Mums pieder Latvija n saujai treknu meļu
Un laimes pīšļi reiz būs mūsu zelts
Ai Latvija tu manā sirdī rēta
Ai mana tauta — jāta čakarēta
Ja gribi brīvību to «točkās» tirgo kannām
Ja gribi aizmirsties no Jāņiem dzer līdz Annām

ai Latvija (country versija) (translation)

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