Alder turns yel-
Low and wind is
Changeful. Dust turns on hill.
Stairway to dell.
Your white frock gleams.
"Girl, it is autumn still."
Révolution
And ragged scamps
Fliting in wind like bill.
Prostitution.
Girls and street lamps.
This is a good town still.
Café at nine.
Occupation.
Latvian working class.
Coffee and wine.
Glowing neon.
In hand is shining glass.
The glowing shawl.
Beautiful dreams.
In park I kiss your face.
Heaven is hall,
Trees like black streams.
Still it's a palmy place.
I leave choking with tears.
I know, there, where misty veil
shades the road, stays
Riga, my love.
Low and wind is
Changeful. Dust turns on hill.
Stairway to dell.
Your white frock gleams.
"Girl, it is autumn still."
Révolution
And ragged scamps
Fliting in wind like bill.
Prostitution.
Girls and street lamps.
This is a good town still.
Café at nine.
Occupation.
Latvian working class.
Coffee and wine.
Glowing neon.
In hand is shining glass.
The glowing shawl.
Beautiful dreams.
In park I kiss your face.
Heaven is hall,
Trees like black streams.
Still it's a palmy place.
I leave choking with tears.
I know, there, where misty veil
shades the road, stays
Riga, my love.