Lēna uguns [English translation]

Rivers flow up to the treetops

At dry coasts roots swim out

And that boy begs to himself:

"If you take something, bring it back someday"

The morning comes from childhood to home

Between memories cranberry fields grow

Over the country road my childhood traces are

How very dear and mine is this sorrow

I am warming up on a slow fire now

On a slow fire

Now warming up, warming up on a slow fire

On a slow fire

Now I'm warming up

Shadows disappear, cool subsides the swelter

A heart lightly lukewarm, but full of peace

A language cools down, that once said:

"In every glacier there is a sparkling beginning

But a burning ending"

I am warming up on a slow fire now

On a slow fire

Now warming up, warming up on a slow fire

On a slow fire

Now warming up, warming up on a slow fire

On a slow fire

On a slow fire

On a slow fire

On a slow fire

Now warming up, warming up on a slow fire

On a slow fire