/Smerļa māte Grobiņā, pier. A. Jansons; LTMM IV, 1913, 41./
lyrics
Citu reizi mana māte dārziņu turēj’;
Dārziņu turēdama, sīpolus sēja.
Sīpolus sēdama, knipu-knapu gāja.
Es biju lierēj’si dažu vācu zemi,
Dažu vācu puišeli nolūkojusi.
Neguli, saulīte, apiņu dārzā:
Mēnesis jādīja, malējas meklēt.
Mūci, mūci, Saulīte, Mēnesis dzenas!
(The funeral game: my mother planted onions in the garden...I found a suitor in the afterworld...the moon chases the sun.)
i like this version better than the original. The middle part has that aggression that makes the excellent balance with the beginning and ending of the song. owlobo
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