Circensa Ziemassvetki, перевод
A cricket's singing by the stove,
Come to your mother's arms, my trove,
Don't ask me for the bread, my love,
Look at star shining from above.
Let others have their nuts and pies,
We see the Moon with our own eyes,
It seems us very cute and white,
The others can not find it bright.
My son stop crying and calm down,
And listen to me what I've found,
The cat is harnessed to the cart,
It's heading for the Moon, let's start.
The toys from there are looking nice,
The cat will find there golden mice,
You'll get a brand new silver gun,
A golden cock will bring you fun.
The saber from aside is flapped,
Your hands are holding a red flag,
Sleep in your mother's arms my trove,
The cricket's sleeping by the stove.
23th of Jul, 2024, 1:57 a.m.
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Dzied circen;tis aizkr;sn;,
N;c, puis;t', m;tei azot;;
Ak, neprasi, nav maiz;tes,
Skat, skat, tur lauk; zvaigzn;tes!
Lai citiem rieksti;;, p;r;dzi;;,
Mums, l;k, tur log; m;nesti;;,
T;ds m;;;, balts, apa;; m;nesti;;,
Tik spo;i citiem nesp;d vi;;.
Beidz raud;t, d;li;, rimsti nu,
Es tad ko jauku st;st;;u:
Mes runci ratos iej;gsim,
Uz m;nesti;u nobrauksim.
Tur b;s tev spo;as sp;l;tes,
B;s runcim zelta pel;tes.
Tev iedos sidrab' ;autn;ti,
Un v;l ar zelta gail;ti.
Pie s;niem b;s tev zobenti;;,
Un rok; sarkans karodzi;;.
Miedz, puis;t', aizmiedz azot;,
K; circen;tis aizkr;sn;.
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