| Mana balss tev iz tabora skan
| My voice sounds to you from the camp
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| Mana balss nāk iz Indijas
| My voice comes from India
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| Iz akmens, iz magones nāk
| From the stone comes from the poppies
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| Un iz senmūžiem nāk
| And from ancient times comes
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| Ai, kā deg un sāp manas acis sniegā
| Oh, how my eyes burn and hurt in the snow
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| Ai, ilgas gruzd tā kā ogles gruzd
| Oh, longing burns like coal burning
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| Mana balss tā kā vijole raud
| My voice cries like a violin
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| Mana balss nāk iz vijoles
| My voice comes from the violin
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| Balts gulbis iz vijoles skrien
| A white swan runs from the violin
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| Tā ir manējā balss
| That is my voice
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| Ai, kā deg un sāp balti gulbji acīs
| Oh, how white swans burn and hurt their eyes
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| Ai, gulbji skrien tā kā balsis skrien
| Oh, swans run like voices run
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| Mana balss tā kā vijole raud
| My voice cries like a violin
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| Mana balss nāk iz vijoles
| My voice comes from the violin
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| Balts gulbis iz vijoles skrien
| A white swan runs from the violin
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| Tā ir manējā balss
| That is my voice
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| Ai, kā deg un sāp balti gulbji acīs
| Oh, how white swans burn and hurt their eyes
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| Ai, gulbji skrien tā kā balsis skrien | Oh, swans run like voices run |