too hard you had to endure hard life
Well your life wings ATPL free
Your songs and sweet, clean
We country sounds of poetry star lire.

Beauty glimmering all
How Laimdotas mirror of the soul.
Both the body will be covered in a dark land,
Your spirit between us and the flame will burn.

now peace with great anxiety,
Well, now there is peace in the storms of passion,
Peace after a long, busy, we hope to
Well, no peace!

Comes all izraudas to your grave,
Oriole series of moans and up into the branches,
But the dew will shine rays of the rainbow.
You have hands like a white rose petals,
And the soul of sweet smell there was,
With the breath of flowers in the sun with you long.

Gaudi laundry wind bluster
Resets the bright flame of life,
Breaks sound, silent songs
Falling down roses, blossom laurels.

ziedoņdienas ear again,
Green uzzels grave Moors,
Atplauks roses, atplauks laurels,
There will be one, so the one!

started here, there and terminated in -
Among the parties as a jerk,
Here is all my life!
This word, which was

jādziest,
To become a people -
People had to die,
To become a star. . .

Life will not,
Life goes on,
All sound and her smelgos dūks,
Just so you will be short -

Sen. dreams away on the sun side;
Life is gone -
The song just happened!

Well the song up!
And you yourself sinking to her,
As the country was setting AUSEKLITIS
Slowly sinking into the sky at the edge.

blew out the darkness of the word,
sigh afraid of the bird\'s wing
and there on behalf of, perceived as part of the building,
before you blow the fear
before you blow the darkness

leaving the star
quietly
As silver sounding

as well be exiting the star!
nothing to lose or acquire,
All the former has become a natural,
and all eternity in his flow.

I have these dark and light at the crossroads
a given moment;
Lord, how it is short
And One!

so lonely,
so lonely in the late light,
as if God Should
given his soul -

you will go in August -
so easy to go in August! -
When playing around Grasshopper
And you quietly, quietly ieripo
The Valley of the silver in the dark,
Shooting Star and more the way you apmirdz
As a lone female Perche

you will go in August -
so it is Difficult to go in August! -
The Apple in the Garden Ring
and falls in the hands of Their own,
WHERE every flower and grass
soul enough
And standing in your doorway is the only human
time
the dog may bark and apriet,
Can the envious personal grudge and envy,
but are you going,
Go Your Own Eternity -

Burns unfulfilled dreams.
The earth ash gray Kais,
And the day turns gray,
And my soul crack.