Dieviņš

When the God goes, a plus is written for us
He goes over rye, everything becomes very quiet
The evil ones stop whispering, and the angry ones stop shouting
But the angled ones tug, they can't beat us!

But God goes and our handsome son grows
And our daughter grows, the late evening is deep
And the pine cone falls, eternity flows
So beautifully it flows, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

I don't like noise, I don't choose it
Because noise likes it when you don't dance to its tune
There is no one in our family who screams and shouts
No one who screams and ou-ou-ou-ooh-ou-ooh

And the rye blooms, because how could it not bloom
If God is slow, beauty comes to sow
The beauty is silent and the silence is beautiful
If you will be silent, God won't leave

I don't like noise, I don't choose it
Because noise likes it when you don't dance to its tune
There is no one in our family who screams and shouts
No one who screams and ou-ou-ou-ooh-ou-ooh

I don't like noise, I don't choose it
Because noise likes it when you don't dance to its tune
There is no one in our family who screams and shouts
No one who screams and ou-ou-ou-ooh-ou-ooh