Migla, Migla, Rasa, Rasa / Oh-Skyforger

Migla, migla, rasa, rasa Tas man labu nedarij' Rasa manas kajas mirka Migla nozud kumelins Nokrit migla, nokrit rasa Atrod savu kumelin' Atrod savu kumelinu Pie Menesa namdurvim Meness nema Saules meitu Aicin' mani vedibas Ka es jasu vedibas Nesedlotu kumelin' Saule deva zelta sedlus Meness sudrab' iemauktins Nu es varu drosi jati Dieva delu pulcina Krustiem auga kokiem saknes Krustiem zvaigznes debesis Saniem jaja Dieva deli Krustiem tek'a kumelin' English: Oh fog, oh dew Neither one was good for me The dew dampened my feet The fog made me lose my steed The fog lifted, the dew lifted I found my horse I found my horse At the Mēness's doorstep The Mēness took the daughter of Saule And invited me to a wedding How can I ride to a wedding On a horse without saddle? The Saule gave me a golden saddle The Mēness – a silver bridle Now I can boldly ride Together with the sons of Dievs Crosswise grow the roots of trees Crosswise stars shine in the sky The sons of Dievs ride next to me Crosswise galloping our horses