Kad Ūsiņš jāj [English translation]

Hey, Northern folk, do you hear how

The first birds are singing & the snowdrops are blooming?

The ice cover is breaking in the rivers beneath the scarce snow

That's the Mother of Earth waking up from her sleep

The sky is clear up to the horizon -

A wish to run there arises, to scream aloud out of joy

The horns are blowing the news about the celebration

The God of horses is coming to this land as the heavy hoes are rumbling

Over the sky mountain, on a white horse

To the fields where the first grass is lying

Together with the warm summer sun

The God Ūsinņš rides to us each year

It's time for the priestesses, they're putting on white robes

They're heading to the sacred grove were the oaks of gods grow,

The fire is burning there and it is being uttered in a song:

Oh, Ūsinņš, ye dear God, your children are greeting you!

Over the sky mountain, on a white horse

To the fields where the first grass is lying

Together with the warm summer sun

The God Ūsinņš rides to us each year

Hey, Northern folk, do you hear how

The first birds are singing & the snowdrops are blooming?

The horns are blowing the news about the celebration

The God Ūsinņš is coming to this land as the heavy hoes are rumbling