Durbe (1260) Lyrics

Traveling into distanced forests
Hills and roads
Riding mighty Danish horses
Caring swords
Heavy armored knights are coming
Blessed by their pope
Along the help of the Prussian army
Led by Bruchard

Along thy shore of Durbe lake
They've met their death by žemaitė fate
And all their songs, songs of hate
They've met their death in Durbe lake

To thee endless winds on thy shores
That for ages blows through thy crops
Send a message to all thy hordes
To the day their cross shall fall

To the hill by the misty forests
Road became red
By the blood of the Christian forces
End to their raid
Pagan spirits lay them wounded
On Alminas hands
Then we crushed them with thy soldiers
By žemaitė lance

Along thy shore of Durbe lake
They've met their death by žemaitė fate
And all their songs, songs of hate
They've met their death In Durbe lake

To thee endless winds on thy shores
That for ages blows through thy crops
Send a message to all thy hordes
To the day their cross shall fall

Tame krėsle
Tame aukso
Ten sėdėjo motinėlė
Ir sūneliai minavojo