The winter has come. Don't ask the calendar, don't look in your window, it doesn't matter, 'cause it has come indeed.
I adore the baltic wind, I'm mad about piercing through the distances, I'm happy when in the night I'm going to the city of my spontaneous happiness.
So much happiness for one day. Everything is so healingly simple.
The banks of the Daugava - how happy I was when it met me in the night, beautiful, strong, calm, shining.
I'm so happy to look in the eyes, to smile and to be simple.