| Ett mrkt vatten flyter genom Riga
| A dark water flows through Riga
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| Jag har vaknat p Daugavas botten
| I have woken up at the bottom of Daugava
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| Genom flytande lvverk ser jag hotfulla moln
| Through floating foliage I see threatening clouds
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| Och frn Rumbulaskogen hrs skotten
| And from Rumbulaskogen the shots are heard
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| Jag vet inte hur eller varfare
| I do not know how or varfare
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| Jag minns inte nu vad jag skte
| I do not remember now what happened
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| Det enda jag kommer ihg are ett rop
| The only thing I remember is a cry
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| Gud vet att jag verkligen frskte
| God knows I really did
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| Jag har fallit s lngt
| I've fallen so far
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| Jag har fallit s lngt
| I've fallen so far
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| Frn vgarnas lyktor och stdernas ljus
| From the lanterns of the roads and the lights of the cities
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| Frn skogarnas vsande, viskande sus
| From the hissing, whispering rustle of the forests
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| Frn krarnas jord och frn strndernas brus
| From the soil of the crows and from the noise of the beaches
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| Kom hem nu Tack, jag hittar till stdernas vrare
| Come home now Thank you, I can find the cities of our cities
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| Jag har varit dare s mnga gnger
| I've been there so many times
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| Jag har gtt som en tondv p dliga gator
| I have walked like a tondv on dliga streets
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| Och glmt alla himmelska snger
| And forget all the heavenly songs
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| Visa vart ni mter varandra
| Show where you meet each other
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| Visa er darriga hnder
| Show your shaking hands
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| Jag har letat p tusentals gator
| I've searched thousands of streets
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| I hundratals stder
| In hundreds of cities
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| I olika lnder
| In different countries
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| Jag fann ingenting
| I found nothing
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| Jag fann ingenting
| I found nothing
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| Frn vgarnas lyktor och stdernas ljus
| From the lanterns of the roads and the lights of the cities
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| Frn skogarnas vsande, viskande sus
| From the hissing, whispering rustle of the forests
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| Frn krarnas jord och frn strndernas brus
| From the soil of the crows and from the noise of the beaches
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| Kom hem nu Riga are slaskigt och grtt
| Come home now Riga are sloppy and gray
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| Jag fljer mina ftter mot krogen
| I follow my feet towards the tavern
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| Vrmen har inte svept in ver landet
| The heat has not swept across the country
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| Sen skotten I Rumbulaskogen
| Then the shots In Rumbulaskogen
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| Frn vgarnas lyktor och stdernas ljus
| From the lanterns of the roads and the lights of the cities
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| Frn skogarnas vsande, viskande sus
| From the hissing, whispering rustle of the forests
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| Frn krarnas jord och frn strndernas brus
| From the soil of the crows and from the noise of the beaches
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| Kom hem nu Frn vgarnas lyktor och stdernas ljus
| Come home now From the lanterns of the roads and the lights of the cities
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| Frn skogarnas vsande, viskande sus
| From the hissing, whispering rustle of the forests
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| Frn krarnas jord och frn strndernas brus
| From the soil of the crows and from the noise of the beaches
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| Kom hem nu Ja, kom hem nu | Come home now Yes, come home now |