garden-of-rues

                                                    
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I wouldn’t be bleeding, I wouldn’t be fighting,
If not these forests, if not these birds,
I won’t shed my blood, if I wouldn’t love,
If I wouldn’t have parents and children,
If I wouldn’t communicate with elders,
If I wouldn’t hug their grave,
If not for the sacred mossy oaks,
Then for what I should fight?

Aren’t here birds singing in Lithuanian?
Could you find somewhere else another such,
Mother, light, harvest and sowing?
Would they have fallen, if they would’ve loved?
Would I be fighting, if they wouldn’t have fallen,
For the kid, wind, for the honey and bee?
Would they have fallen, if they would’ve loved,
For the land from which we all have sprung.

I wouldn’t be bleeding, I wouldn’t be fighting,
If not these forests, where Lithuania is laughing,
If not the monuments of glorious dukes,
If not the smell of bread,
If not the moon, sadder than a wolf,
If not the creaking of the well lever,
If not for the songsfrom the cradle,
Then for what should I die?

Aren’t here birds singing in Lithuanian?
Could you find somewhere else another such,
Mother, light, harvest and sowing?
Would they have fallen, if they would’ve loved?
Would I be fighting, if they wouldn’t have fallen,
For the kid, wind, for the honey and bee?
Would they have fallen, if they would’ve loved,
For the land from which we all have sprung.

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Graži tu, mano brangi tėvyne,
Šalis, kur miega kapuos didvyriai!
Ne veltui bočiai tave taip gynė,
Ne veltui dainiai plačiai išgyrė!
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Beautiful you are, my dear Fatherland,
Land, where heroes sleep in their graves!
No wonder why fathers protected you so well,
No wonder why the poets flattered you so much!
- poet Maironis

       

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