Migla, migla, rasa, rasa [English translation]

Fog, fog, dew, dew

It makes no good for me

My legs have been soaking in the dew

My horse has gotten lost in the fog

The fog has fallen, the dew has fallen

I have found my horse

I have found my horse

By Moon's house doors

Moon took the daughter of Sun

And invited me to the wedding

How can I ride to the wedding

On a horse without saddle?

Sun gave me a golden saddle

Moon – a silver bridle

Now I can boldly ride

Together with the sons of God

The tree roots grow crosswise

The stars in the sky - crosswise

The sons of Dievs ride by my side

Our horses are galloping crosswise

• Artist:Skyforger