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| Ilgas |
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| Reiz sēdēju uz Ogres krasta |
| Es skumjās sāpēs asarās |
| Man katra prieda ausīs šalca |
| Tev jāšķirāš, tev jāšķirās |
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| Tev jāšķirās no tēva mājām |
| Tu tajās esi svešinieks |
| Tev jābrauc projam tāļu tāļu |
| Varbūt ka Tev tur gaida priekš |
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| Es gāju centos, cietu, vīlos |
| Pēc laimes velti meklēju |
| Tās vietā posts kā dzelžu rokas |
| Spiež man arvienu ciešāki |
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| Es tagad esmu viens un atstāts |
| Neviena mīlēts nesaprasts |
| Ak kaut vēlreizi spētu raudāt |
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| 16.9.1945 |
| Cedeljheimā |
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| Yearnings |
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| I once sat on the Ogre riverbank |
| In grief, in pain, in tears |
| Every pine rustled in my ears |
| You must leave, must leave |
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| Must leave your father's house |
| You're a stranger there |
| Must journey far, far away |
| Perhaps happiness will await you there |
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| I went, I tried, I suffered, frustrated |
| I searched for luck—and for nothing |
| In its place? Damnation squeezes me |
| Ever tighter in its iron grip |
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| Now I'm alone and abandoned |
| Unloved and misunderstood by all |
| Alas, if only I could weep again |
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| September 16, 1945 |
| Zedelgem |
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