pale sky long arm
pale flowers are shedding quiet.
Silent pain. Dainis bent:
quietude sweet - sweet quietude -

psaltery and songs
and the night dew buds shine,
But in the green house of God
The stars sing my heart.

day fly - blue butterfly.
Before the door for the latest trail of needles,
come and get peace of mind and cradle
stops, and the light air of life.

I walked across the roof of the birds will run
Spring and wanted to trauksies.
Fun for you, they coincide,
But you klusēsi and cite.

And when the sacred guardian of the peace will be called once,
peace will be a long, long songs all.

And when the sacred guardian of the peace will be called once,
Peace will be the hands that give gurdams
depths of the sky after you, buddy.

Darker shade of ivy for the sign
hang the wind harp. And quiet.
Pedestrian whispers: \"There was anxiety.
Recreation will be either. To lying. \"

dying candle branch
Day and sweat.
My grandfather\'s shadow
between heaven and earth to roam.

Gourde is the chest and legs,
the four carriers go.
Breeze rustles. Singing bees. Blackbirds whistle.
And apple blossoms and weeping -

How sweet smoke
Eternity is flowing towards me.
I go through the Christmas candles.
Blue bell tower of song plays.
The pale cheek

I am above all that. I already noziedēju.

Well, ever bright!
Well Dusia, auklējums my heart!
Come the night winds autumns mist -
And they will call you to the grave.

When my soul šķirsies
from the bottom of this song -
the love song
will carry with them.

with vibrant bērzzariem winds came.
The prosperous hope left heart.

And Starry, Starry be your dusa
And starlight, and thy path in which leg you are taking.

the autumn clouds
not so much a dark sadness rained.
Never in the wind under the sky
So cruel and ass was not.

Slowly, slowly - easy, easy
Sniedziņš fly white and silent.
Aija, dear soul,
War somewhere, die \'.

death tore the heart of the noble,
that so many beautiful, well we could make!

And, although the early and you cried Did you go,
planted by thy hand, it still digs and ZELS!
It šķirdamies you do not leave us yet, however -
Setting the parts of your forces have some good draws.

But your memory, your name on the strings of our souls
long, long time will be p

blue stars at night are falling,
so my days are falling.
And my life - star mirgojums
between evening and tomorrow.

As night falls the blue star,
I chalk it well.
Dej love, pain, joy
How green sparks. . .