I look at the sails of the clouds in the evenings
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Who does not stop running across Salaca
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My dream is the sea, the stormy sea
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Where do Latvian boys go on a daily basis
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My ship will go there like Neibade stately
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Is the ocean calm or angry white
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Will the north blow or will the storm rise
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With its white breast, it will part the waters
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With its white breast, it will part the waters
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I can already see distant shores in my mind
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There, in the dust, the advertising flash of the port
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Anchor chains rattle, seagulls scream in the masts
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Sailors' songs are playing, mulini rib
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My ship will go there like Neibade stately
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Is the ocean calm or angry white
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Will the north blow or will the storm rise
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With its white breast, it will part the waters
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With its white breast, it will part the waters
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To Gambia, Congo, Cuba, Tobago
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At the temples of India, in gold that shines
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In the footsteps of our ancestors, plowing the waters
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Latvians go to sea today and tomorrow
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My ship will go there like Neibade stately
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Is the ocean calm or angry white
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Will the north blow or will the storm rise
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With its white breast, it will part the waters
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With its white breast, it will part the waters
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My ship will go there like Neibade stately |
Is the ocean calm or angry white
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Will the north blow or will the storm rise
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With its white breast, it will part the waters
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With its white breast, it will part the waters |