Vissmeldzīgākais name on my life - nepagūšu.

Here again the selfless heart
alkaina here and not live life
lying ceased, and as the fire glow,
by neapdzēsīs pērkonlietus Lieven.

to remain a dream - a hidden chest heated,
to remain all over the deck with flowers,
if the clear alkums unfulfilled,
to remain in it, which is no longer talking.

Decline. But the decline of pink
as suffering sakurts bonfire.
Izsāp have the last word,
if it is to say farewell.

He relieved and go free,
where he will face a lifetime home.
Here, resting a moment - as a living
under the blanket of flowers, perfume Supa.

divorce
and parting from life,
the sulfur-gold color and obscure bud. . .

This is a departure,
maybe even bitterness -
no longer what to keep, no longer obtain.

sunset scar disappears.
Blush at the edge of the horizon
or were little?
Indeed
sore no nothing.

drop shadow on the wall red ķieģļu
drop shadow of ash naked
we go away one by one
without sight, the winning

just nods rusty sētmalas hall
as nočirkst
sand at the gate
this world was like a mirror Zele
and sometimes the moon bridge

shut up man, speaks human, objects
exchange sites, leaving the picture frames, bed
springs and painful nočīkst unread book continues
itself to turn over the front

water drained through a sieve
sand passes through the fingers
Searching for a place in
pārvērzdamies the Zvirgzdi

live
morning
maybe I will burn candles. . .
and the twisted ziedelpas
across the shroud cover.

dark evening descended either pain in my heart,
But fear not, though she decided to become weak. . .
So once again I would like to get giddy light illuminating the flower
And then for ever fall victim to the sink.

\"As always broken off noble death winds. \'

Well I know what did not know before,
Whether or grove cemetery hill climb,
Years ago that no longer ever come
And the scars bleed and hurts, and hurts.

So if Dad will never return,
When the cold hand and flower much. . .
To arm you with the mother huddle chest
And happy mother\'s love grow.

Where the light was extinguished when the sun norietēja?
Where happiness remained, clutched the arm?
All around just poured racial roses
Deep pain and heart opened.

Mom, you would festoon garland of beautiful flowers,
To eternally alive and nemirstams your image.

The heart ached. The heart is always in pain forever.
The heart does not believe anything will fall paths yet. . .
As darkness forever dvēs\'li my thirst -
And I have nothing more in life will not be sorry.

I will come, the day will be removed
And the pain will be suffered heart
To where my memory tells
And where the traces of tears shines.

This pain the heart that loved boil,
This pain the heart, which bowed in life -
From darkness forever shine across the land
And in the light of the eternal sadness is necessary to rely.

I live forget the night of May will,
When sauļup will be called holy to himself caretaker.