True!

The whole assembly dozen famous deice,
He paid two houses,
Him four daughters, four sons,
Speckled acorn belt pempis pudge.

Dozen deice uznākušas sorrow,
She Jeske, she Wren,
Gentlemen summoned to the bullet-bowl,
The soldier also removed.

Iebūviešu lysis is not nothing,
Only two sons of her property,
His first time izdienējis,
This year, the John go a long way.

And now they are three standing at the tavern window,
Mother, hold of John\'s hand,
Pressed the farewell warm, warm,
Object word. . . begins to cry again.

Arrival deice. His lips blue,
Ing it and as if under the sack.
Brandvīns stinks, and the two ends of the cheek
Asariņas glow that the glass beads.

Looks in these asariņās Lize.
\"Look now, Deicīt,\" she says, Zelio,
\"We either both uznākušas grief.
They either go for so long. \"

\"What, my dear,\" she deice replies
\"What you can talk about grief!
Whether your child iebūviešiem
It is a pity as we, the hosts? \"

drunken song

Small, low dew Castle
The poppy garden
SUC sīkdami three Odin
Nenosūc through the night.

Great, great beer barrel
Kaķaraga basement
Drink three dziedoti Balina,
About naksniņu and nodzer.

Go piggledy mosquitoes song
Getting wings tremble.
Ditch krīti augšupēdu,
Sleeping, legs raustīdam.

Balina article is taking steps
Bead paper cuts:
\"Ekur foolish pub Papua -
Without Zvingule house put! \"

obligation

I was a walk in the evening and snāju
Slow steps along the rye to the house.
Laidi fingers over ears: had a soft,
Heard at the torque as a singing cīkstas.
The moon rose and silver flung his šķaidīgi
I, the spikelet, i to the rye flower blossom.
Green pond frog orchestra played excellently,
And a couple of defaulting vabuļu roaring forth ran.
One of them had so blind or so little self-conscious,
That būkšķēdama hanging off my glasses style.
The meadows white and whiter consistent manner peaceful fog allowed,
And modestly under his uzrdzēja stream.
STAR eyes shone between the clouds in a pale,
And the dog barks, a distant, distant.
How sick and tired of torque suddenly silent
And I felt the solemn nature rested.
Then timid Vēsmiņš Birzītes spoke
And then again came apsnauzdamās.
Rushed into the moist grass of fragrant dew ¬ ¬ -
Unfortunately, I was not doing bare,
And I noticed only through Kamasa alone,
That they are a warm wet Brien.
Fruitful spring - told me the mind,
However, did not feel satisfied.
Such as heart trouble drilled and ran,
And as a rebuke to top plijās.
Or was not done, as should have.
I had forgotten the evil ģieda,
Do I have a secret unhappiness brieda ¬?
At the end I fell into the mind, walking through the gate in the garden:
I\'m an ass, - I had quite forgotten about this year Ziedonis\' poetry!