Paldies❤️

Bāc, Kaspar! Vienmēr trāpīts! Tāda kā pretošanās himna sanāk!

Cepuri nost! Smagi, bet ļoti patiesi.

Brinishkigs darbs, Kaspar, paldies, slavets Dievs par jums!

Paldies, ka Tu esi !

Я плачу. Спасибо творческим людям, не боящимся высказать волю свою и волю почти сломленного народа. Нас считают за стадо баранов и ведут строем на бойню, перед этим слегка усыпив свободный Дух различными гипнотическими техниками и страхом невидимых смертельных врагов. Моя вера в людей не утеряна и благодаря Каспару, верю, что мы и выживем и победим в этой борьбе мирового капитала против каждого Божьего творения! Это борьба за наши Души !

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Malacis Kaspar !!! 💐💐💐 Bet ko lai saka..Jūs esat talantīgu vecāku ,ļoti talantīgais dēls !!! 💖🙏

Дякую! Сильно і красиво.

Любая Ваша песня затрагиват душу. Умничка.

Спасибо Каспарс.Ваша мама,великая актриса,наверняка гордится Вами с небес.

Precīzi par šodienu un tā saucamo "brīvību" Visu cieņu Kaspar ;)

Храни Господь вас!

До слез. Выразили словами , что я чувствую. Спасибо!

Es ticu,ka Gaisma uzvarēs.Jūsu dziesmas ,stiprina, mūsu Brīvo garu.

Skumji,sērīgi bet,...patiesi 👍🥀🥀🥀

Mums būs būt. Kad vadzis pilns, tas lūzt.

Brīnišķīgi! Iemācīšu no galvas

Īrijā klausās 💓💓💓

Хоть и грустно , но каждое слово в точку ! С Праздником Рождества Христова !

Tiessi mèrķì!Super.

Супер!

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šitas iz dzīves,dziedu ko redzu,dod pieci!

2021 Latvijas Himna !!!

Пролетарии всех стран объединяйтесь за свободу и мир во всем мире !

The two Latvias Until short time ago, before the "new normal", The herd were going about their boring lives, (But not too boring, at times): There were stadiums, concert halls and clubs Where one could have fun, to (the point of) passing out. There was mass (conveyor) produced cheap music; A reasonably limited freedom for common people; And those huge cathedrals of shopping Where the masses accept their faith, as an eternal cult, right in the aisles. There were lots of fines - sprawling about town like nettle about the dumps. Yes, speed radar detectors on the roadside, to curb those who drive too fast, Yes, taxes, but who loses coolness (faints) because of them? It was life oblivious of something inside, - greed. Suddenly! Boom! - and your piercing is now covered by your mask. Police, flashing lights, helmets are everywhere. Can't kiss a friend, nor show some leg to your boss, What a withdrawal, your unsuppressed anger is clearly showing! Here you are, suddenly they manhandle you on a street at night time, Daily TV report «Panorama» brags wholeheartedly of numbers of offenders, All life comes to a still, like a bike against a wall, Those who made too much noise protesting - have been sentenced, sent behind bars. But those who seem to be good guys, whom we elected to their office - The best, having special talents, Take care of us - they will send the military to our peaceful demonstration. Will administer medical treatment by threat and without our consent, All and any steps will be good on this road. Yeah, the virus is so mean, they will have to inoculate us all. Yeah, everyone is sick, whole apartment buildings full of sick people. In a resume, those who are at the top, by our votes - now treat us like sick animals, and disinfect us (on contact). The police guy who is apprehending you Follows the ever-changing orders. Like the infamous «troika», pure politics, Used to act on theirs authoritarian whims. The nazi criminals who piled heaps of bodies, They followed their orders, no more. Same with our military: they will shoot to kill if such an order is issued. Their paperwork will have a clean record. There are two Latvias, they belong to different sides. On the one, those who give orders - there is silence and obedience. On the other side, those who won't go with this order. They will be subjected to isolation and forced vaccinations. No more surprises: Everything is happening in front of our eyes. No need to jail, everyone is already imprisoned. There is a possibility to dissolve the Parliament, And vote for a better one, for our peace of mind. They may line the barbed wire with silver or gold, They may place you barracks, with care, lest you freeze in a tent, They may take pity on you and "put to sleep" painlessly, But there will be no one left who'd know that it was us the people. The people's songs are sacred, immortal. Our united power comes by God's vision. If we are but a greed-driven herd, Then be it God's will to cut us down! Let us be a nation with wounds made of best gold! Let's not fear thе ruling classes' barbwire!© user wisigoth 11 o1 2I

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