A keresés eredménye

Farewell My Little Friend

Rīga's girls now have faces of sadness *
Latvian boys are off to war
Some stay silent, others laugh
As they say goodbye to their girls
 
Farewell my little friend
I won't be run over by a tram
I'll be run over by Russian tanks
There in far away Volhova, in Volhova
I'll be run over by Russian tanks
There in far away Volhova, in Volhova
 
Even though we are far from the homeland
And from our dear girls too
We still carry these thoughts in our hearts: (*)
What is my fiance doing (*)
 
Farewell my little friend
Our time of love was sweet
Wait for me back home
When the ivy flowers bloom, if I don't get shot
Wait for me back home
When the ivy flowers bloom, if I don't get shot
 
Does she remember me and wait
When the moonlight shines on the streets
Or does she warmly smile at someone else
Kissing him, drinking and laughing happily
 
Farewell my little friend
Our time of love was sweet
Wait for me back home
When the ivy flowers bloom, if I don't get shot
Wait for me back home
When the ivy flowers bloom, if I don't get shot
 
But we charge, we hurry, we attack
Our enemy will soon be defeated
Our girl's won't smile at a stranger
And will wait for us to come back home
 
Farewell my little friend
Our time of love was sweet
Wait for me back home
When the ivy flowers bloom, if I don't get shot
Wait for me back home
When the ivy flowers bloom, if I don't get shot
 

When Leaving My Father's House

When leaving my father's house
The heart knows a longing pain
I must prepare for a long road ahead
So that Latvians can get their freedom
 
So fight, my friend, so the latvian folk
Can still see freedom's sun
 
When seperating, the girl's eyes
Shine like rare pearls from tears
Will my fate be decided, who is to know
The hearts still burns with deep love
 
So fight my friend so that the Latvian sword
May face the enemy brightly
 
If I don't come home after the war
Don't mourn much for me, my friend
Just remember, if everything is well
Many battles have been won for you
 
Don't be sad if I don't return
It's not hard to die for Latvian freedom
 
Reach out your hand, goodbye
My war horse is saddled allready
Just remember that day again
When the bell of war rang
 
So don't cry if I don't come back
For many still lay on the battlefield...
 

Bunker No. 13

There was the bunker No. 13
The dudes were living there
When a grenade was thrown in there
Then shit got messy
 
The explosion resounds
Even the devil got scared
Where the bunker was standing once
All is left is a black hole
 
Death is shining by our hats
It goes with us to fights
Enemies' hearts are shaking in fear
When we start to laugh
 
Vaņka, keep running,
So fast that your shoes bling
Because my grabby hands
Want to catch you by the beard
 
There was the bunker No. 13
The dudes were living there
When a grenade was thrown in there
Then shit got messy
 
Hey, devilish men,
What tricks they can perform!
Walk on their hands, drink vodka,
Catch flies with their ears
 
But those who are not friendly with us
It's better if you stay away
We are not that considerate
We shoot at people like those
 
But those, who are still alive
We should stay together
Because after death nevertheless
We shall meet up in hell
 
We don't care what's the vessel for vodka
If it's a bucket or a glass
When everything is thrown down the throat
Then you are drunk as a pig
 
Come in, darling,
I give vodka to you
Because when I'll become a corpse
That's when the drinking stops