easy to sparkle in the dark sorrow
phosphorescent eye
I again slowly you eat
and slowly saploku same

\'ll go tomorrow to talk to Lyme
she wants us to say
sewn quarrels and all sorts of guilt
we can not make


why life is so beautiful
sometimes it is a bitch
and evil toughest knots cause
open - and stops ride

numb waiting for you I am sitting opposite
with you is the same
easy to sparkle in the dark sorrow
phosphorescent eye

Every great book of life
Name your left to put into gold;
Each includes arrive at it,
Working with its work to bind together,
So that when the last one done,
A uniform brightness all over the trembling.

Wood can become detached stone - crumble, disintegrate,
Time can dissolve all relationships,
But the people who sacrifice themselves,
Her heart never will exist,
Although many will be able to regenerate, but not to die.

songs can not safely take off wings,
Clear voices hum and away fly away,
Burned in pain when the heart rather than yours.

peace and clarity so sweet
Still resonates with me from the mother\'s cheek,
When the views of memories

There, in these wrinkles, fine,
The words get tired of reading:
Love does not end!

It is the parent rock, which has led me
All roads are always difficult, and increasingly,
And so goes life on the go year after year.
And although the day for me as Swans storm run,
Rock me, this is still supporting it,
Based as the very first step.

And the force is not a power
What could it something a bit delayed.
And although we have ever hours seem so long,
Time is running like the wind, can not stop it. . .

new day comes with a new three
A new light shining heart gives,
Only that love him and do not prohibit.

the Lost no return.
Gurd wings wise Rice.

When were you last gave
forces, and had lost all
of dying stars svētrītā
the flames go out quietly.

asked the youth,
With the roses leaving:
\"When you come again
rings is home?
When you come in where and how? \"
\"Smith. Baltsmilšu hill. \"

pale sky long arm
pale flowers are shedding quiet.
Silent pain. Dainis bent:
quietude sweet - sweet quietude -

psaltery and songs
and the night dew buds shine,
But in the green house of God
The stars sing my heart.

day fly - blue butterfly.
Before the door for the latest trail of needles,
come and get peace of mind and cradle
stops, and the light air of life.

I walked across the roof of the birds will run
Spring and wanted to trauksies.
Fun for you, they coincide,
But you klusēsi and cite.

And when the sacred guardian of the peace will be called once,
peace will be a long, long songs all.

And when the sacred guardian of the peace will be called once,
Peace will be the hands that give gurdams
depths of the sky after you, buddy.

Darker shade of ivy for the sign
hang the wind harp. And quiet.
Pedestrian whispers: \"There was anxiety.
Recreation will be either. To lying. \"

dying candle branch
Day and sweat.
My grandfather\'s shadow
between heaven and earth to roam.