Living with Latvia, breathe the country!

You as a citizen, the world is not appropriate,
I have something in your pocket cards and passports,
because I know that I must Latvian
August, December, March.

Because without me there hazel in bloom
because without me there neizdīgs Beck,
because without my written rides
Christmas nesabrauks -
worlds, the consequences will be.

You as a citizen, the world is not appropriate,
something I do in the pocket of the visa and the Charter,
because I know that I must Latvian
January, June, March.

Because without me there hazel in bloom
because without me snow blew paths,
because without me quivering ass
Jānītis neatjās -
worlds, the consequences will be.

You as a citizen, the world is not appropriate,
I have something in your pocket cards and passports,
because I know that I must Latvian
September, November, March.

Because without me there hazel in bloom
because without me cold pekaiņiem Pekas,
because without me candles waterfront
winds sigh -
a will, worlds, consequences.

/ Poem author Mara Zalite /

Good morning, Latvia!

Good morning, Latvia!
You - the maiden lap,
in the morning with thy hymn rises.

Although the date of the passage is not taken over the space
already many of you ready to go in one breath,
as knows how to ease your burden.

Yes, most are ready to serve you,
with light heads and strong shoulders.

Our hearts, we thank you - you,
that we are always able to connect
when you need it most.

/ Poem, author unknown /

Latvian faith

Today a strange restlessness in nature,
The wind rustling in the long distant glow.
Latvian forests kept secrets,
To die for anyone who is not sorry ...

Red mist are falling homeland fields
Her breath gold Druvas adversity.
For ever and ever Latvians will not friends
Those who many people wander through Siberia.

Our holiness they forged irons feet
Samina fens and a smirk on the go,
Across the long, love Latvian home
Many times red fire fla

Latvia 18th November

Latvia, Latvia! My native land near the river Gauja.
Kalnāji, valleys and lakes mirdzējums blue,
You skauj groves breath and Daugava River bluffs
Tells the story of us distant past ancient castles of the Knights.

In autumn, you are dressed in gold and decorated with purple,
Juicy fruit bent twig furniture apple adversity.
Frosty silver sags, the winter sky are given,
For beneath the placid and expectant snauž spring.

Latvia, my native land, now you mention strangers feet
Hostile voices of Latvian blood is called.
Russian taiga so many have become home -
Latvia, dear Fatherland, or return will be allowed to have them?

Latvia, Latvia!
My native land! You - good!
Destiny calling someone a new era of sit ...
Latvian soul keep the miracle age-old exchange,
For the most beautiful word - Eighteen!

/ Poem-author of Lucia Sāgameža Nagel, 1945 /