A dark water flows through Riga
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I have woken up at the bottom of Daugava
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Through floating foliage I see threatening clouds
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And from Rumbulaskogen the shots are heard
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I do not know how or varfare
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I do not remember now what happened
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The only thing I remember is a cry
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God knows I really did
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I've fallen so far
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I've fallen so far
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From the lanterns of the roads and the lights of the cities
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From the hissing, whispering rustle of the forests
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From the soil of the crows and from the noise of the beaches
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Come home now Thank you, I can find the cities of our cities
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I've been there so many times
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I have walked like a tondv on dliga streets
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And forget all the heavenly songs
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Show where you meet each other
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Show your shaking hands
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I've searched thousands of streets
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In hundreds of cities
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In different countries
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I found nothing
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I found nothing
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From the lanterns of the roads and the lights of the cities
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From the hissing, whispering rustle of the forests
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From the soil of the crows and from the noise of the beaches
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Come home now Riga are sloppy and gray
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I follow my feet towards the tavern
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The heat has not swept across the country
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Then the shots In Rumbulaskogen
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From the lanterns of the roads and the lights of the cities
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From the hissing, whispering rustle of the forests
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From the soil of the crows and from the noise of the beaches
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Come home now From the lanterns of the roads and the lights of the cities
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From the hissing, whispering rustle of the forests
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From the soil of the crows and from the noise of the beaches
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Come home now Yes, come home now |