We have nowhere to get lost
And we neaizejam
And never, not one.
Nothing.

crying hand to fill up the grave
The rays of the sun comes tears.

It was a departure -
infinitely sad I go, -
cranes this morning flew
and kārtodamās hook.
Summer sang a requiem.

drop shadow on the wall red ķieģļu
drop shadow of ash naked
we go away one by one
without sight, the winning

just nods rusty sētmalas hall
as nočirkst
sand at the gate
this world was like a mirror Zele
and sometimes the moon bridge

shut up man, speaks human, objects
exchange sites, leaving the picture frames, bed
springs and painful nočīkst unread book continues
itself to turn over the front

water drained through a sieve
sand passes through the fingers
Searching for a place in
pārvērzdamies the Zvirgzdi

live
morning
maybe I will burn candles. . .
and the twisted ziedelpas
across the shroud cover.

dark evening descended either pain in my heart,
But fear not, though she decided to become weak. . .
So once again I would like to get giddy light illuminating the flower
And then for ever fall victim to the sink.

\"As always broken off noble death winds. \'

Well I know what did not know before,
Whether or grove cemetery hill climb,
Years ago that no longer ever come
And the scars bleed and hurts, and hurts.

So if Dad will never return,
When the cold hand and flower much. . .
To arm you with the mother huddle chest
And happy mother\'s love grow.

Where the light was extinguished when the sun norietēja?
Where happiness remained, clutched the arm?
All around just poured racial roses
Deep pain and heart opened.

Mom, you would festoon garland of beautiful flowers,
To eternally alive and nemirstams your image.

The heart ached. The heart is always in pain forever.
The heart does not believe anything will fall paths yet. . .
As darkness forever dvēs\'li my thirst -
And I have nothing more in life will not be sorry.

I will come, the day will be removed
And the pain will be suffered heart
To where my memory tells
And where the traces of tears shines.

This pain the heart that loved boil,
This pain the heart, which bowed in life -
From darkness forever shine across the land
And in the light of the eternal sadness is necessary to rely.

I live forget the night of May will,
When sauļup will be called holy to himself caretaker.

more time to talk does not prevent,
For many are fought and suffered by him,
Loosed from the hate and lies,
You get thrown floods of light;
Another moment of what you love, do not call.
If I would be, well - no.
What their hearts conceal bear,
Sees the light woven origins.
Oh, wait their golden interval
What separates the sun\'s coming!
You disappeared. Someone wandered lonely,
And division of the snow in his eyes.

organ, organ, pouring sand. . .
Today we throw heavy hands
In each beloved, dying
We are part of the self to rock.

How cold earth! But you see,
How tired breath carbon monoxide.
And dense fog iedzedz light a candle
Your father - or mine.

But slowly, when the winds aizšalc,
Do you do - comforting light.

And the white blood, dying coals
You stay in children, the people, KOKLE.