Eyes of Riga's girls now fill with tears, Latvian boys are off to war. Some just stay silent, others laugh, As goodbye they call out to their girls! Farewell my little friend, I won't get hit by a tram! I will be run over by Russian tanks, There far away in Volkhov, Volkhov! Although far away from Homeland, And from our dear girl aswell, But in our hearts we still carry the thought- what is my betrothed doing? Farewell my little friend, Our time of love was sweet! Wait for me back home, When bird cherries are in full blossom, if I don't get shot! Does she remember me and wait, When the moonlight spills through the streets? Or is she warmly smiling at someone else? Kisses him, drinks and gladly laughs? Farewell my little friend, Our time of love was sweet! Wait for me back home, When bird cherries are in full blossom, if I don't get shot! But we are pushing forward and forward! Our enemy will soon be defeated! Our girls will not smile at others! And will welcome us returning home! Farewell my little friend, Our time of love was sweet! Wait for me back home, When bird cherries are in full blossom, if I don't get shot!
There's European elections being concluded. Let's see how it goes. It looks like Comrade Juncker won't run the show alone. Maybe not at all. Let's see. Our soldiers fought for independence. So, let's see. Redzeesim.
A soldier beyond civilization, religion, caste or creed must be above his emotional life and personal setbacks. I see it as a big hindrance in the European war anthems. The girls have nothing do with war or battle. A beloved, if any must be kept outside one's perspective and country and culture matters more. There may be many contexts though and they vary among different martial people.
Eyes of Riga's girls now fill with tears,
Latvian boys are off to war.
Some just stay silent, others laugh,
As goodbye they call out to their girls!
Farewell my little friend,
I won't get hit by a tram!
I will be run over by Russian tanks,
There far away in Volkhov, Volkhov!
Although far away from Homeland,
And from our dear girl aswell,
But in our hearts we still carry the thought-
what is my betrothed doing?
Farewell my little friend,
Our time of love was sweet!
Wait for me back home,
When bird cherries are in full blossom, if I don't get shot!
Does she remember me and wait,
When the moonlight spills through the streets?
Or is she warmly smiling at someone else?
Kisses him, drinks and gladly laughs?
Farewell my little friend,
Our time of love was sweet!
Wait for me back home,
When bird cherries are in full blossom, if I don't get shot!
But we are pushing forward and forward!
Our enemy will soon be defeated!
Our girls will not smile at others!
And will welcome us returning home!
Farewell my little friend,
Our time of love was sweet!
Wait for me back home,
When bird cherries are in full blossom, if I don't get shot!
There's European elections being concluded. Let's see how it goes.
It looks like Comrade Juncker won't run the show alone. Maybe not at all.
Let's see. Our soldiers fought for independence.
So, let's see. Redzeesim.
A soldier beyond civilization, religion, caste or creed must be above his emotional life and personal setbacks. I see it as a big hindrance in the European war anthems. The girls have nothing do with war or battle. A beloved, if any must be kept outside one's perspective and country and culture matters more. There may be many contexts though and they vary among different martial people.