O the river flows eternally, A silver thread through time, With every ripple singing,
A rhythm, a soft rhyme.
It kisses banks with laughter, And glimmers in the light, A mirror of the heavens, In day and silent night.
- Jānis Akuraters
O the river flows eternally, A silver thread through time, With every ripple singing,
A rhythm, a soft rhyme.
It kisses banks with laughter, And glimmers in the light, A mirror of the heavens, In day and silent night.