Soul Language

At thy breasts to let him rest,
His arms around me skauj,
Make thy love to silence the lips,
So as to feel the moment allows.

To speak to our souls
And says that is inexpressible,
To the veil of oblivion we\'re doing
Upon us, separates us from the world.

To me you, I will make thee false,
That we both favored
It shares a sweet dream to dream,
What ever, and ever will exist.

yard

I walked back to your side,
Vienvienīgā at your side
As in ancient times,
How old, in ancient times.
You Liki my hot hand in hand-
Here now trakšķēdams beat.
I woke up from his dream humbug,
And I fell painfully in mind:
You are far, far.
And out along the window suddenly
Gaudoja, gaudoja winds.

twilight

Is out there who nečabēja?
Hey, nenodrebēja window?
It seemed as though the long ran,
Or do as the wind bent the fence?

Sitting in a chair and am looking and waiting for
Slowly fills me with pity breast.
I only hear or sense of Myrtle:
Laimini just knocked on the pane!

If only you return her staidzies,
You uzcerējuse had it!
Holy fasting brītiņš either end,
Already with a different interaction of the rings.

Sketch

Back yard
To a narrow window
Girl shit
Naigi, naigi.

Shout out
Outside the city walls,
Forests, mountains,
Daredevil heyday.

Go along the window
Fence guy
Tall and strong,
And beautiful, and beautiful.

Greets jade
Today, the third
For the fourth time,
Position window.

\"Well, as luck?
Or Sunday
Work be finished?
Depart? \"-\" Brauksim! \"

He rolls a rose
With a green leaf
Of white silk,
Whistling go.

Čaukst to žvīgo
Polished cloth,
Smell the roses
Sweet, sweet.

Sunday the sun!
Bird exultation!
Zaļsamta fields,
Flowers, flowers!

Balsnēji birches!
Edge of the lake!
Divvientulība!
Kisses.

. . . Sun at the window
Girl naigi,
Čaukst silk piece
Quietly, quietly.

Sweeps fence
Handsome guy
Flips manure
Vitoša rose.

Go along the windows,
Picks up his hat,
Clumsy grin and asks:
\"Na, and having fun?\"

last year and this year

Years ago
Inadvertently went
Flowery Peck,
Which is along the birch,
Along a meadow
Across the river and find
Aizlocījās.

I see the plank
Woman standing.
One of the rock
Easy on the railing,
The other two held
Bluish flowers.
The sun is shining.

Picked up a hat,
The girl in Sark,
Slid flowers
Except her hands. . .

Smell of birch,
Calo-stream
Trembling heart.

Now, either intentionally
Flowery trail
Gradually go to:
Laipiņa empty. . .
Smells so grows again
Calo as water,
My heart tremble.

and yet other

If it is its lime pate
Small hill in front of home!
And the same birds last year
Dreams of her bushy branches.

And so pate old smell
Rising from the bottom of the flower at the top;
Pate and the moonlight
Range of their pale outs.

Pate and the mother-daughter
With the same blue eyes
Sitting under the linden trees on the same
Old, strong birch bench.

And the same sweet words
Flowing over her pink lips
Just this year, the listener
Black mustache, last year had pals.

Brenča of Spring

Iodine, which is now the head of
All of our young people!
They even find it hard to bode,
Or again the spring.

Mercury, calendars,
Flowers and other things,
Cranes, swans, they ask,
Or again the spring.

I do not need it when asked.
I have two pairs of gloves,
And when the two wrist through
Then again spring.

First months of marriage

Labrītiņ, heart! Well good morning,
You are my golden Beetle!
Brisk breeze has čaukst lime leaves,
Already poppies, roses in the garden thrives,
They are you waiting tvīkst,
But you do head airbags drown. . .
It is not! Vai\'g Sleep away to heal,
Wait a minute, will go to help hone the eyes:
Kizi, kizi, čibučabulīt!

A few years later

E, get up! Floor, Liz!
What is left out!. . . Well, soon, soon!
Already Mountain Janka feet AUN,
And cows still neslauktas lairage bļaun!
Both šlaucīsies south again!
Give a Boy cibu me with something,
And pigs grūdeni put in front,
Zip, zip - or hear, and boars squeaked!
Go for that, get out of the nest!

Misfortune

What do you čīkstiet, old Cars,
Do you cartful is too tough?
\"No, we hub, dear Jaunskunga,
A full spring feel.

Nepskaužams our destiny,
Therefore, our Dzīsme sulfur,
Because once we start dainēt,
Musicians present a keg of \'Grease. \'

unrecognized poet\'s prayer

Neither the property nor the rehabilitation after the money
The gods, hear my cry,
Not for everyday bread
Bite me worry tough,
Oh, I wanted too,
For Elsa, I\'m with you!
Once the guest Home
Monthly my court
Fame-o, this expensive toys! -
Also, I have that we might be given.
For there, dear Pērkoņpapiņ,
Lysis of the poem stands Lapina!
Redzakcijas opens the door,
Laimini, and the waste basket
Not to me again Vilde,
But the poetry of other honors.
Do, Do I have the joy
I am pre-printed
Reizīti one small, one
Then I will not any longer day
At war to see the sun,
Then let my bones fall apart!

it again Spring

It again last spring,
Lark sings above the battered field
Thrush on the old linden tree branch.

What other poet to do?
Is this lovely flower time
Flew free song war?

No, oh no! It is a sacred power
Zen at the other, driven by the very
Burtinieku large crowd.

What it sings, it\'s not the weight,
Does he loved, or how will expect
Does the father behind the serial ara.

That song so good spirit!
Old worn doggerel
Unable to tolerate the new drive.

Learn from the sun?!
Who needs it? Lark in the air,
It has a less \"Ļiraļara!\"