THE HORSES NEIGHED

The horses neighed, the devils rode
The river flowed and bubbled
I stood by the riverside
With a sword in my hand

I cut off devil's head
Into nine pieces
I splashed my brown coat
With that devil's blood

You, Pērkon, are clever man
Where can I wash it?
I’m searching for the lake
Where nine rivers flow

You, Pērkon, are clever man
Where can I dry it?
I’m searching for the oak
Where nine suns are rising

You, Pērkon, are clever man
Where can I put it?
I’m searching for an ash chest
With a nine keys

You, Pērkon, are clever man
Where can I wear it down?
- Ride brother, to war
There you will wear it down