Kodėl?

Why do white swans take to the skies
And the cold rides on snow horses?
Why does the rain-gray hair sound
And the yellow fields wail softly
Why are there no more flowers in our meadow?
Why does a swan fly and I can’t?
Why does the angry wind tear off the leaves?
Why is there no sun all night?

Ei žiogeli žaliakoji

Hey green-legged grasshopper, what’s wrong, what’s wrong?
Is the violin broken or the songs scattered?
Is the sun not bright, or is the dew not delicious for you?
Hey green-legs, what’s wrong, why don’t you chirp or play?
I didn’t break the violin and I didn’t scatter the songs
Oh the sun is bright and the dew is sweet.
Just cut down the green field, just tore down my little house,
Just tore it down.

Beldžias i langa pūga gauruota meška

A blizzard-horned bear knocks at the window
A blizzard drives the grey wolves, grey wolves, grey wolves across the fields
grey wolves across the fields
The roads are near, the chariots are near
The chariots roll high, the horses neigh, the whites neigh
The fields howl, the wind dies down, the houses sigh in peace
A blizzard of white sheep suddenly lies on the doorstep.

Mėlynajam ežere

In the Blue Lake lies the city of silver.
The blizzard shall not blow it away under the vaults of ice
On the Blue Lake under the silver roof
Three little fish, three little sisters dance merrily
On the Blue lake, in a bed of green algae, under a striped acorn
A lily sleeps softly, softly sleeping.

Slepiuos nuo šalčio ir nuo tamsos motulės delnuos

I will hide from the cold and the darkness with my mother’s hands,
Hiding from the cold in the palms of my mother’s hands
Warm and cheerful, accompanied by swallows
The sun blooms in the palms of my mother’s hands.
The cold north wind will not blow, the bear will not stumble when I’m in mother’s palms.