Decembrist exiles forest hoop.
But again, fight, fight looking view.
Keeps coming in waves seagull, distant love
Throw a white haze in these cry, right here.

And without losing her femininity,
You, gentle, fragile, beautiful, night although RUS,
Come hither. . . Land! True masculinity
And sīkstības, and a symbol of strength - you!

Oh, Decembrist wives and sisters of the bride!
Is it just a crazy generosity?
Glides past the face paint century.
Pine wind breaks. Or hurts - it does not ask.

Katrina stands Trubecka. The very first
They are attracted by the high forehead curling separated.
Loss of eye aches sharp thoughts surface.
-There is love. Love is. ---

Sand the affected me, oh, Baikal winds -
The harsh, graizīgie, catchy!
Me to the green open spaces of the ability to
A cleaner, stronger go even further.

Whenever I come - blowing in the sea or the gorge,
Blowing up tūce and cape.
And with these winds quickly overgrow
Cut a heavy heart.

Fortunately, scared. It started as a job -
Against the stones - tuk tuk - with a hammer.
Dark. Shaggy. Straightened up. With a harsh breath.
Then - slowly retreated. Another norūkdams: Well, well! -

. . . But wheat field eruption - Cemetery.
Do birušas stars from the sky?
Only piecstarainas! The winds bent Sapin
And quiet melody cradling the stars.

Since ancient days the wicked are Siberians,
They are accustomed to relying on themselves.
Antipini, Dobrin and Kisi,
Karmanovi, Sukhanov. For peace!

And, listening to the voices of mains,
How your life hear the winter, summer!
Trains will run as a reindeer pals
They nodded the hunter, notrauks tear.

Much fates become legends each,
A lot of you have poured amber, woods!
And in thy name today, Robert Eihe,
How larch - so tenacious branches stretches.

You, Latvian boy, obstinacy chest insulating svil,
Over forever taken off the revolution.
As Crane dived in these Tales tēraudzilās,
In order to fight ducina horizons.

. . . These days long - a hundred and how many more years!
They close the day - all feel yet!
These nemierbalsis seems to flow through the wire.
And convicted, sorry for the unfortunate.

How many happy people, look,
Laughing, kissing and enjoying it!
thy, girl, black hair
Paskumt hid his face a bit.

Early on the morning of Saltupe šūpām
We eagerly drink the sky.
remain on the lips clouds taste.
Saw cries, it nenodzēs!

-How quietly we lived here before!
Seldom run a guest.
But now - in a hurry, just keep and washed,
Do not even know where all the beds here! -

This remote region. . . Hotel in the center
There is a housekeeper for years, paskarba bit.
But the heart so open and receptive to her
When you step izdarīgi days to go.

It\'s raining. Slowly sneak. Is the rain ever stop?
Is a land full of water so the cup already.
But the couch, a thick, dense, hot above the roofs,
In this way the sun is not infinite.

And smokes a geologist, said the mountain range,
The face of winds apberzta as copper.
-To train to be able to scoot through the rocks,
There will be a kilometer long tunnel. . .

Ephemera I forget to take a revolver.
I still wonder: where I had the Mind!
Boulders along the step was taken quickly
And suddenly - passing the bear on the present.

river current, and the tent, and taiga -
Everywhere - you. And even the stars for me - you.
Spruce - you, the rocks - you. Morning sparkles
Did you arrive? Wait. ----

Accessing the guitar. Language runs.
Name the word gummy sticks.
Through all the red yarn -
Love.

And by the way who says, as they say,
You can feel the same whether it occurs.
You can feel overwhelmed by the wisdom of the mud.
Short stories, novels, a memory slip.

\"Easy to dance, but will be hard to live,\"
Says the bearded apskaitīgs small.
\"I know girls who cut the ribs tough!\" -
\"That\'s not nothing!. . . \"

Stocky cove regrets the error:
And his wife took the fastest time,
As long as he hands a apskauties be.
Of course, the fate warped crooked.

. . . Today the festival - celebrating a wedding in the village.
The guys brought guns into the sky to fire.
Taiga and Fall colors of new buildings
Life goals included.

Mountains, felling trees and track
Our love is worthy.
The happiness of life required by the
young wife and jauniķis - man?

circle stands
Foreman and yards?
Coarse, robust word, but bright as a peacock
Hovering over them.

In quickly want to go as slow.
Break engines - propel it!
Who will start component, say,
Already \"borrowed\" from others?

As a flying vampire - Mosquitoes
This question sic ears.
There are offended strādniekpuišu honor;
Although it still breaks new ground the way!

Green hair in the wind like a dream confused.
And each muskuļšiedra
After the work is called a real man,
For a reliable member.

How do I overcome the pain of silver,
What comes after a long soul sting?
I am not you, not me you cheat,
But I am willing to share heart broken off.

How can I get away from you, so severely,
Harder realizing the truth:
How expensive is human intimacy,
So we could not evaluate it.

brings high pine crest,
Stars burn green branches.
But the men and boys lying lying.
Because they will go long ways.

As a stallion, as ēzļi -
Roar, blowing, sten \"small\", \"Kraz\". . .
And takes all the soul
This work - fighting excitement.

And I do work I do,
For this work feel
Both the bright spark of joy,
Both the needs of a cross.

Here, pine cones and candles glow.
Sawmills growls as bison,
It may be that they are a little bit sorry
Give saws cedar trunks.

Fucking whippet. While barriers slij
Against battle tanks sister -
or go bog, or thicket -
Even nenobrāzis color.

So the driver\'s eyes KAIST,
Captures the view-either as a stick!
Not only iron, but it seems - even the air
This warm, that danger.

And the devil\'s eyes draišķīgs SMIE.
Boy, you have a mane like a horse!
We sapratīsimies.
We are one in the rain moments.

When the naphthalene over lodostu,
Poetry had to go to ruin,
Then you coat unbuttoned.
Grāmatpakām over the decks.

What are your dream guitar?
He was ready to write the press:
- The track - a real adventure!
It interests me! -

And laughed more than once
Both the logger and loader:
- You are too easy for words wall,
You\'re a - a shooter in the mist! -

But the day firmly heart sies,
To fly as fluff.
How soon will feel the fish in the river
Here guitarist - its a boy! ---

Night stars streets of Riga will be,
It seems - birthplace hearing.
- Said - why call me back? -
It asked the same heart.

Fire is burning, and coal Gail,
But forest sinks heavy slumber.
Are not you afraid of difficulties,
Itself is tested.

Gambling

The man - shoulder width of the door,
As carbon black hair.
Through the lightning seems, knows how to pass,
They atsviežot the palm of your hand.

Here, fir thicket so dense -
Tree cut down - can not fall off.
But the frost? It helped to suffer
THIS southern jokes.

. . . They had high snowdrifts,
And feet deep into the footpath.
By running doggies stumble it -
The man made a long time on the shoulder.

Wind atšūpo wife\'s voice:
-We were all fascinated by the beginning.
Cut is being built, but so that the key!
And son come to mind. . .

We will be worthy of the cedar,
These severe tēraudsliedes
The only place on earth,
Where luck will hold. -

- Sitting in a guy. In addition to guitar.
Sits, legs stretched out and limber.
Play When he - ra, ra, ra -
We are pleased to carry Wilks.

I bring himself pointed, sharp spear,
It colander
laughing, eating, sleeping,
divorced book pages. . .

Šķēps suffers violence, and pulls at the time, which is not,
not yet,
it pull me up. . .
Morning!

Morning after morning, me, living and leisure, construction,
is called,
commands.

The chest he would be swallowed up.
- Members,
victory belongs to us!. . . -

Daugava behind the blue blue glow.
- Volga son! -

And grass whispers, or the heart beating as:
- Here the sand absorbed
lives. . . -

But the road dun, dog howl in the tale.
Green Earth
was charged with the murders.
Does not mention? Know!

World conquerors vārtijās highway -
marches, asinsdzīres
was over.

Green earth under your feet, white clouds
over the house. . .

In their blood I feel like the sun shining
the boys and girls
breath and heartbeat,
who fought
on the ground, the clouds, the sea.

waves blood-colored,
another drives
and sten.

Sinking enemy ships, cutting winds
Foam flower,
will be fish food.

A century ago, right here
Cours Crusader ships
welcomed as well.

White clouds above the houses,
green earth under your feet. . .

A country road leads Latgale, visit,
Lakes flash of
carbon monoxide hillside meadowsweet.

Iedūcas wind, unexpected, sudden,
winter and summer we will leave.

As the snake hissed as wasps spindz. . .
Rise? -
you nopļaus lead.

But the guy run, throw grenades,
getting a machine gun,
but

Barking machines, the Germans firing
hatch spits death.

flying with you, butterfly,
sienāzīt?

Girls - aviator, girls
the flowers on the ābeļzara,
visionary
before the war. . .

Stars clearly there Gail, once again goes out
Here cinder.
Overall collar is forced,
helmets leans against the moon.

And again nodārd planes
grand thunders,
Heaven fights.

White clouds sun Payá,
Sea summer hushaby. . .

Blue Wind undermine peace. What stories, wind,
Irbe Strait beaches?

How thirsty sharks ships flying
traitorous, murderous
forty-first year
June Kvelde.

Cloths, land, country, resigned!
But the sons of Hercules to land,
but the sons of the earth 0 Lāčplēši.
The blue exiled mirrors
dark smoke lies down.

White clouds over houses
Sea summer Aija,
green earth under their feet. . .

And I\'m not owed anything,
Report on life
no
you do not need.

White clouds as easily as feathers. . .
Skylark overhead.

Shut their eyes, shut their eyes a bit!
Dundee breaks
Gib time. . .

Prožektrou rays long as pliers,
caught in flight.

Bright silver butterfly,
to antiaircraft roar,
the cobwebs
neiestrēdz!

you will become a flaming ball.
On the ground SMIE fascist? -
Aizrīsies!

\"Come, beloved girl, gives a kiss yet. . \"

fallen to iron Zilt ---
dragoon ball tumbled from the meeting ---
beaten at the police station ---
shot ---
died in prison in Siauliai with diloni ---
convicted of a life in exile, took part in civil war,
the last phase of life is not news
found ---

Sounds. Each page - call.
Behind the hundreds - even tūksoši go.
Also, the song ugunssārts bloom.
At the request shake you and me:

We set the oak,
to those we are familiar with yourself,
Give them the blue fields of heaven ---

sound. Each page reads.
No, not the music. The bullets sing!
Home crumbling when the fire viper lied.
Sounds. Each page - call.
Also the song as a red, red flower ---

\"Come on, girls loved to struggle. . \'

Sounds. Each page reads.
No, not the music. Hosts go.
Proud of my windows are falling shut.
Street pavement Asini carbon monoxide.
Also the song as the sun ---

But hands us - to remain,
To love, to feel
To velēnzemē rye seeding
In order to hit the shadow crosses.

And Tukums and Vecpiebalga
As the symposium, it Lielvarde
Lack of party put your hands tethers,
We say no!