Laisvė - Jurga, Eurika Masyte

Ašjau nepakeliu minciu apie tave!

Kaip obelis, apsunkusi nuo vaisiu,

Užlaužiu tragiškai nusvirusias rankas,

O tu sakai Stovek, kaip stovi laisve!

O nesibaigianti kelione i tave!

Jau kaip akmuo šalikelej sukniubes

Ašpilku vakaru lyg samanom dengiuos,

O tu sakai Eik taip, kaip eina laisve!

Tai uždaryk mane, Tevyne, savyje,

Kaip giesme gerkleje mirtis uždaro,

Taip, kaip uždaro vakara naktis,

O tu man atsakai Aš- tavo laisvė!

I can't stand the thought of you!

Like an apple tree heavy with fruit

I break my tragically bent hands,

And you tell Stovek how you stand in freedom!

And the endless journey to you!

Already like a stone on the side of the clutches

I will cover myself in the evening.

And you say Go as you go!

It closes me, Tevyne, to yourself,

As death sings in the throat,

The way evening night closes,

And thou answerest me- thy freedom!