Life - returned in the morning,
Heart - returned to the other ---
Watch the wind blow
Hollow sounding.

From now lives as branches,
From this heart like the rays
Extends across the remote
Opposite me.

Hollow is a clock striking
And I make a fire, other
How to call.

call, pour a call, pour a call
Call tsars, Tsar atlejiet sound!
Pour into the call, Ivan, pour my anxiety,
Mischa, flame, flame! Call to Dun and sing!

Done! Call the mountain. Full metal storm is used.
Sound Sea rapid tumble hundred versts.
Slieniet scaffolding! Ever more agile! Near the goal -
Route calls. Let us build a high! Call to DIMD!

All logs and krakst dundēdami breaks.
Vain effort man, and free wide freak.
Exceptionally high through the summer and the island
Call waiting a hundred years does not rise and dumb.

I listen to your foot wind speaks
Your storm I take up the road in the mud.

EU BETWEEN YOU

When a futile effort, desire, desire
For harmony and beautiful puff

With me is evil asymmetric kliegsme.
I want it. Necessary. That I am.

And see augstprāti - portfolio project page
The monument - for themselves. But the swift oblivion borne by
grave.

Comes external self-conscious and shy, slow,
But in reality incredibly self-righteous and selfish boy.

One bladder rust-eaten nameplates like:
Grab, Dard, but what it really wants - not fathom

Then as cedar
There comes a day;

It is known, as though weary. Twist? - You. . . -
He says: - I understand.

And I opened my eyes the beautiful and the good will of the
Solar truth.

Person to Person - the disease and drugs
Devil and Angel. . . I am among you.

Re forests behind the shiny happiness Gale
Ongoing global saddened.

Anatomie

Hands, you pick up the bread, the
hot sun, you want to achieve
thought, but, fallen womb,
Do not become a wolf paws!

Face, can not be wrong
designed honesty granted
vaibstiem harmony;
eyes, be as open windows,
nose, nekāp clouds!

Legs, you hold the world - faster,
faster saminat ladybird, but
Time to make you the same,
by the kokzariem - cut, bent;
drop shoes and bare
brieniet the sand!

Oh, fig leaves, you are strong magician,
iesveļat the enthusiasm of the body -
bloom so beautiful and inspirational
full - do not discard!

Head nedūc the beehive,
gives the idea of ​​lightning
illuminate the rock of truth,
the centuries, despite the flow of words!

What was your mother, what was it? -
Do not know why šalkains Rain asks me.
What was your mother, what was it? -
Silently asking, page three gold fall ---

Aizgrimst hill, and page slip away, the river winds.
Ledi galdz, dun-wave currents in the dance call.
Strong good. Strong was a good mother. . .
So it is not, so far as I can say.

in Rye bloom,
Suyama and the boys want to prop up the strange palaces,
Warbler singing in the garden,
And grandmother how to milk a cow go.

Even in Rye kūpēdami bloom. . .
And the boys ready to run to the edge of the world,
And Warbler afraid that it will be where the nest,
And grandmother do not feel that the sky will go tomorrow.

Rye kūpēdami bloom. . .

will go misty mornings,
Will go red in the morning.
Only the winds will or
Whispered the names of things.

-I am ready. I am iron.
Today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow
My iron, but nesadzels.
I go to do your own.

Treatment garden
As a bee, the wasp, the dung fly in Paris.

As the dung fly:
-How beautiful, lovely! Well eat and suck,
the sick. -

As the wasp:
-How much you give? Thousand rubles! No less! -

As a bee:
-A lot of work done site!

PROBLEM: SUPPORT TREES

Zvīgo green apples in the garden,
Branch branch one by one dropped a tight circle.
Put simple, rugged
Supports the tree!

But I want to be the same apple tree,
You like, and he likewise.
It will not be no - there is a joke! -
With an ax logged wood supports.

Zvīļo apples to gain weight.
But when the autumn breeze For the fermentation,
Horrified each apple into the herd:
-The most expensive ones we are missing branches!

Antin

How simple life! How simple life!
Jobs. Family. Public voice and support.
I am busy - as in the autumn cabbage grater.
But the soul wither and cold.

Youthful friend says wisely:
-It is a rare art - feel. . . -
Shame as the red ant
I would be lost in the woods.

But Antiņš - so easy living
And diamond horse jumps.
Oh, I miss the mane flying in
Dreams and feel the weight of the shoulder!

\"Daile\"

Your dance I turn to the people
Your dance I\'m beautiful,
Magic shoe me in the leg-of-bounds,
Lightning in the hands of KAIST.

But when I got tired of your rhythm,
But if savdaba joy digested,
Support for neighboring maple,
Distant nations to uguniu sveļ.

I refer to your dance, folk,
Your dance I\'m beautiful.
Here musicians singing, playing flute and psaltery,
KAIST soul.

old garden, green garden of childhood!
I also hid the apple.
Untended, overgrown, pusaizmirsts, bar. . .
Only the father has come here - tough as a branch.

Old garden! Winds persists for more buzz.
How many times collide bare feet!
Ask thee, sweet is that bitter.
Site glow cast Brazos, Pluk my garden.

I commend you,
awry, crooked, thick, clumsy, pūcīgie, robust
men and the pašassievas,

because otherwise I do not lawful,
or they would not,
or they would NOT;

I-drop, you - well,
I-brēkulis, you - the cradle of
I-\"bone of your bone.\"

sun over fields, houses and woods. . .
Small eternal,
Short-lived village!

Go to the sons of the city - near and strange. . .
Your wind flax flower
Will carry them. . .

EU-Lase, BAC-YOU

Mateuss was red, he murdered a neighbor-
John and Domeniks that the Germans \"flew\"
and as if still living in America;

Anton first parish joined the agricultural
Artel, was chairman, either on a hundred things growls;
Alois, the new Artel cashier, robbed on the way from Balvi
and lowered his thugs;

Constantine - underground Doctor\'s name rang
republic: the feuilleton was their \"fight\";
Joseph drowned in the cup;
Stanislav, built by a farmer working the mountains, walking
pipe. . .