“Piekūns skrien debesīs” Latvian Voices a cappella live.

Translation by rq.

The falcon soars in the sky
Wake, brother, morning has come [already]
What will the northwind bring –
Thunder or song?

Tie your belt, put on your shoes,
Wash your horse in the dew.
The wind has so many paths,
Will you find the true one?

Maybe the road will be long,
A hundred times the sun will set.
Maybe weakness will oppress,
And only the moon will dispel the fog.

Where the road ends,
There you must plow the field;
The wind will sow stars,
Your son will reap the harvest.

The falcon soars in the sky,
Wake, brother, morning has come;
What will the northwind bring –
Thunder or song?