Bērziņš [English translation]

Birch grew on the rock, on the rock

With silver leaves, silver leaves

I wanted to pull one, to pull one

All of them fell ringing

Who covered you birch, covered you,

With that green wool kerchief?

Mist, mist, morning dew, morning dew,

Spring rain, rain.

Birch, your bushy, your bushy

Branches goes to the ground

Sister, your beautiful adornment, beautiful adornment

Land is cleaning while walking, while walking.

I went through the silver grove, didn't broke a single branch

I went through the silver grove, didn't broke a single branch,

If I would've broke a branch then I would be silvery,

If I would've broke a branch then I would be silvery.

• Artist:Tautumeitas