| Nav sabrucis mirušais ozols
| The dead oak has not collapsed
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| Kaut galotne nolauzta sen
| Although the ending broke long ago
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| Bet saknes zem zāles vēl sten
| But the roots under the grass are still sten
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| Dzird ozols kā debesīs putni
| The oak sounds like birds in the sky
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| Dzied dziesmas un pārojas jau
| Sing songs and pair already
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| Bet lapotnes, kur ligzdas vīt tiem nav
| But the foliage where the nests twist them is not
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| Simts gadu lapas ir dzītas
| One hundred years of leaves have been propelled
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| Simts gadu vainagos vītas
| One hundred years will be crowned
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| Simts gadu
| One hundred years
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| Es paklanos ozola priekšā
| I bow in front of the oak
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| Un sveicinu ciņu no tiem
| And congratulations to them
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| No ozoliem jaundzimušiem
| From oaks to newborns
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| Un veidojas ozolu birzis
| And an oak grove is formed
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| To apturēt nespēj neviens
| No one can stop it
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| To apturēt nespēs neviens
| No one will be able to stop it
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| Un miljoniem ozola zīļu
| And millions of oak acorns
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| Simts gados šai zemei ir dots
| One hundred years has been given to this land
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| Šai zemei, kas izdīdzēt prot
| For this land, which knows how to grieve
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| Mēs atdzimstam ozolu birzīs
| We are reborn in the oak groves
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| Ik rudeni dzimstam arvien
| Every autumn is born more and more
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| Ik rudeni arvien
| Every autumn
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| Simts gadu lapas ir dzītas
| One hundred years of leaves have been propelled
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| Simts gadu vainagos vītas
| One hundred years will be crowned
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| Simts gadu | One hundred years |