red flames
Sun set,
All brightness and beauty
It goes up.

- It goes up,
Oh, to go along with -
Door in the sky
Behind closed opens.

Star goes and burns, and goes off
Dzisušo still see this AVCI,
Radiation VIZMA passing.

slowly closes in pain
Sky black eyes -

Is life a shower dismiss your family?
The first notion of death and heart germinate?
Follow me right to the great fortune:

I am a child of the earth: go to the ground.
With his mother at the end of the column head.

How sweet smell hit my cheek -
It is your soul goes
I miss the back, where a clear outdoor light.

world to me again, ice the end -
You were a pleasure, life gave me the sun:
I Liepa flower combs his Auli,
As the bees flew out into laughter go.

Well here is an end of my ride,
I need to go back to where die without number.

Where peace?
Where the storm resting home;
Where the winds noauj legs -
There thy peace.

Where the moon seems to die,
Where the night life of the meet -
There thy peace.

Life in a dream, a dream to roam -
Even as a dream the pain!
Dream floated - although such a pain
Still does not remain a dream.

Your life is getting value has been lost, the plant will benefit you in terms of:
Life you will live a hundred popular term.

\'re taken, of speech!
Find yourself in, crying,
\'re Taken, kept secret the names of
Find yourself, secretly held thoughts -
Find yourself rustling
By aspen leaves,
Slowly, slowly, as slowly

My dear friend, from you say good-bye,
While heart burns extend short moments,
As the sun still wants to hold evening.

shadow glides along the sun, and sun pillars:
Of the life breath of the cold breath of the gate.

Never had to work too much,
He burned the work, work sadegod -
But his fire will warm many trees;

He only targets evaluated, not myself, -
He gave up everything, ij of your life -

Glow blue-white star nebulae,
Close Mirdza black deep, spaced
Is borne round aizmūži all his life, -
Nebula from the star, the spaced
From the turn by turn aizmūžiem life,
From the sun puteklīšu crystals
Arrived here a white soul.

But where is the word? Perhaps the heath,
What tongue of Indian summer bloom?
Or random play - will die -
What a moment in his power?

Is. Terrible. Gray. Autumn.
I do. No. No. It is a pity.

memory all traces
collects in one place
tens touch
is welded on one
which opened the eyes of the blind
and moves into
in the sun
the set

Where do you go, mamma, I can not cross your path story,
Allows hands as you cross the sky here.

Willow flowers, forests fall into decay, frost flowers bloom,
Mother spun ever go through.