I go through life in general, many of which the sun decided: Mom, no hands in the world do you love so much into me!. . .
Mother, without your sweet breath I breath shallow
getting rauktin raucas time and space away faster
everything flows;
Did you go from the forest ends sad you screaming winds,
fades in and out the flooding as a long sliver of grass, flower;
sun and cloud - to black midnight -
Better coverage, mamma, all over you, as in everything in you once had.
Even in this black hour, which comes in a cruel, -
bright stories of life Junda: firmer - mūžīgāk. . .

where the sand and wind speak pine crowns adversity
where is the time lost in blood we sing,
where the silent silence as thousands of germ germinate -
there goes my mother.

long summer bloom. Wind was blowing snow.
Another almost everything there is smeldzīgs and painful.
Through it has to pass. Jel\'re relentless!

Goodbye, Mother, the end of your fight.
Your endless work day life.
As the sky grow dark! What strange things linen!
How Vaido short sea winds blowing!

was or was not the sun? - Today it neuzlēks.
Black boat takes off. Floating in the air without a single scull.
And then it seems as though all life force
to save for this single moment.

whole strength, composure and obstinacy
cinder in April will remain thinner and thinner;
and in the end it does not help us anymore:
closest to us may get a man in the world of eternity there clothes.

It is a moment which does not wait, but that does not disappear,
stopped at a fast time unsettled drum;
withstand, endure it - otherwise can not be!
Black boat takes off. Black boat flying away.

Unexpected news arrives,
It is no longer neatsauksim, no;
Go to our māmuliņa
Homeland sands.

Mom, you\'re still on the ground;
Rain or feels cold,
It seemed - atvadvārdos month -
In the steps. It is as if a voice.

It is as if your beloved\'s hand
Moment cheek pats affected.
What light! What tormented!
Time, this night neaizar!

More you come, I\'ll go further,
Path length - deciding life,
In order for it to be close tonight,
Snow, neaizpūš.

Unexpected comes news
It not refer anymore, no:
Go to our māmuliņa
Sand. Irdnē. Homeland.

not go there anymore can not change,
nothing can be decided differently:
this place, which is all you gave,
Once you take the right at all.

greens, quiet, dark
Love life and live;
greens, the silence of the dark
I pārnākšu again tomorrow;

greens, the silence of the dark
does not affect the name, not a curse;
greens, the silence of the dark
Eternity is filled.

What we have been able to, what we sown, -
away are going up - neredzējuši.