Latvians love this shit, and not even in an ironic way. This is the first verse and chorus from Latvia's entrant in the 2010 competition, Aisha 'What For?' (I swear to Mr God, this is not a joke):
I've asked my angels why, but they don't know
What for do mothers cry and rivers flow?
Why are the skies so blue and mountains high?
What for is your love always passing by?
I've asked my uncle Joe, but he can't speak
Why does the wind still blow and blood still leaks?
So many questions now with no reply
What for do people live until they die?
What for are we living?
What for are we crying?
What for are we dying?
Only Mr God knows why
Latvians grasp firmly to their claims-to-fame. Apparently the tradition of the decorated Christmas tree was started in Latvia in the 15th century, but even so, it was actually Germans who did it. Whatever.
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