Текст песни Romuvos - Durbe (1260)

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 lakeThey've met their death By žemaitė fateAnd all their songs, songs of hateThey've met their deathIn Durbe lakeTo thee endless winds on thy shoresThat for ages blows through thy cropsSend a message to all thy hordesTo the day their cross shall fall
To the hill by the misty forestsRoad became redBy the blood of the Christian forcesEnd to their raidPagan spirits lay them woundedOn Alminas handsThen we crushed them with thy soldiersBy žemaitė lanceTame krėsleTame auksoTen sėdėjo motinėlėIr sūneliai minavojo