this land where stones dun
How aizmūža white wheels,
I wish this land to others
This expansion in the land itself.
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pļāviens - bitterness clew,
Face tear fell,
But until the last of vālam
Nepakrita grandfather. . .
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midsummer, my folk song
Galina white coat!
Singing life lived
Daugavinas edge.
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idea iedrebas lips softly,
I feel you so noble spirit.
Dreamer!
Eternal quietude,
To you we rarely walk a miss.
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doubly expensive running every moment
You still think: so much addressed
. . . Evening brutally takes shears -
All elections were breaking down.
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silence all around.
And silence you.
Do all picked up?
Or all nine?
Or were the mower?
Or were grābējs?
Or to Emergency zudināt?
Or were the savior?
Silence all around.
Over the mountain coming days.
Since you are doomed.
Since you have one.
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Baltic dziesmīti
Tear articles
Stitches of laughter
Uzsedzu his
Bitters day
Cover dream.
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Spirit, the spirit of the day
Long and colorful life is.
Dream the dark walls of spruce
Bitter winds are blowing.
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Everything becomes so peacefully. You saltumā Brien inside
For autumn becomes rudenīgāks mind.
Even hold a candle sažņaugtajā riekšā,
As it burns, who had built up over years.
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You\'ll always be beside us stand,
And we do not exceed your brightness,
Where every word on our hearts grow
How warm the sun passes through our hands,
Oh, not to believe that the lesson comes in black
And so lost an invaluable friend.
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I bysu myužu porõdā sharp
You Latgola - ground bolt. . .
Tys myužs, DHW Dīveņš the sun has given,
With you, Latgola, piļdeits.
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Clouds hid cranes, Neatvadījos. When neatvadās, Visskumīgāk hurt. . . Saturiņicīts>
Raud white birch black winds.
Cries our hearts to the winds.
Longer with us you could not. . .
Harsh burn marks furrow morning.
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your sight so much light
Friends that will last them a long time.
In order aside bitter mounting terror,
You uzziedēsi memories.
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thy word caressing warmth,
Who knew how many warm.
Take Fate - breaking open a living bridge
We live in the path of pain remains.
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