Latviešu Strēlnieki [English translation]

Riflemen – the loudest scream

Of nation choked for 700 years

The secretly ground knife

That cut ropes to make breathe free

At midnights ghastly and blind

By Veisi, by Ķekava, Sloka and Smārde

In the Tīrelis swamps

Pale as ghosts you went to die

Proud Riflemen, you guys from

Latvian meadows and forests

All day and night beside the river Jugla

Mad and black like casted in cast-iron

You stood against the predominance

Of German guardsmen

Dry and thirsty lips

Of dirty Russian streets

You kissed with your blood –

Just for freedom

Guys from Nordeķi

Zvaigžņu and Rēveles streets

I see in the nightly sky

Where clouds are digging the moon

Regiment after regiment comes in the time

Of kingdom to come

They are Riflemen who are no more

And who will never be again

But their everlasting glory

Will keep the nation like burning flag