Under our feet a highway white1
To Latvia it leads.
To Latvia, where a ruthless enemy,
Sows death over the fields.

We're marching bravely and pridely,
And rifles are on our shoulders,
And the names of our ancient heroes,
comes, like a heritage with us.

We're coming soon, Latvia, wait!
And we'll bring freedom to You
Which is dear to us!
(x2) And we're going and going and running and rushing
Too late we musn't be!

One thought burns in our heart
To stand for father land!
And make the ruthless enemy
To pay for everything!

We'll make our rifles blaze then,
And grenade throwers yell,
But we'll have to spite death,
Call echoes to whistles of bullets!

We believe in three Latvia's stars,
May they shine in fire, forever!
(x2) And we're going and going to forward we're running
Too late we musn't be!