A crested bird sings
From atop the stable rafters
Go, sister, give a listen
What news the bird has brought
It brought news that
Brother must go to war
Go, sister into the garden
And adorn brother's cap
She adorned it while singing
And sent him off while crying
Don't cry my sister
But wait for my return
If you can't await me
Then wait then for my horse
After three years, on the fourth
My horse finally returned
She asked to the horse
Where it left the rider
The rider stayed there
Where men lie like oaks
The wind rustled their hair
The sun whitened their bones
There rode sons of Dievs
Gathering up their souls